201, getit In a state suspended plates with plenty weight I was moving like a dickhead had to get it straight Ate bricks through the day i thought my friends were fake Sippin Ricky my teeth still shitty from lemonade People hit me up daily they think my shit is great My shit is aids i hate myself and i hate his place Vivid dreams of cutting veins with razorblades I wake up dazed and realise its the same old place Same trackies for days, Same tracks that i make i wanna change But im scared that theyll hate what i say Sadboy im still numb to the brain Still fuck the same plug, it still coming from spain Ran off on a few but they'd kill me unless i stay If I died I wonder who would come to my grave If I went back to jail today who'd be fucken my bae Paranoia got me thinking I'll get done by a snake On surveillance any moment run thru by jakes Cunts will be fake and pretend they something they ain't Until they get caught in the heat and wanna run for the shade Motherfucker's want me chucked in a cage