Know it's hard to fuck up all the mental shit
Demons imma off id be too quick to let the
Metal rip
And I I've been praying dearly that I never gotta sit with this
So fuck all of the teachers who just I said a pneed a syllabus
Eyes red use the visine
I was boutta die before the needle and IV
So they just take a pill and they gon think about it highly
Vividly remember mixin whiskey with the hi-c
Not too long 'fore they sign me
Momma worried sick about my mental and my hygiene
Trippin bout my fantasies and wishing that I die clean
I'm thankful for my brodie he the one that always guide me
Stressed out fucked up
So take it up with pride and I sing it
"Tough luck"
All these people wanting fakes im screaming "fuck love"
While I'm coming from the top when I keep my bucks tucked
Remember days when we went and
Smoked pack
All the money and the racks that I'd never get back
All the places that we lied and we went and go trashed
All the money and the racks that we gon' make back
Really think about it lately
I ain't got no whip so I been hopping out Mercedes
Left me in the dust so you could never call me baby
And you left me alone did me so shady
(Know it's hard to fuck up all the mental shit
Demons imma off id be too quick to let the
Metal rip
And I I've been praying dearly that I never gotta sit with this
So fuck all of the teachers who just I said a pneed a syllabus
Eyes red use the visine
I was boutta die before the needle and IV
So they just take a pill and they gon think about it highly
Vividly remember mixin whiskey with the hi-c)