Gentrifiers got the turf getting hacked up Late nights thinking 'bout who lied to me first Gravey- ooh, run me back, run me back Detroit make some noise for human error Sidney Phillips really got no drip My Chemical Romance tee, Nike shorts and 90's bitch And on the search for some dumpers Mission round for more drugs in the Tommy Jumper 'Cause I'm just a fresh kinda adlay In the same shorts that I bought in year 9 mate In the same Nike's that I worn since I was inenay Sidney how you doin' cunt, yeah I'm doin' inefay Self harm urges every night brah And I'm this close to just grabbin' the knife brah How I deal with so much boredom? How I'm 'sposed to do the drugs when I can't even afford them? Feeling superior in my Inferior tee Feel inferior when I look in the mirror and see me Feeling goated when I'm with the brodies Got the knife and the bud in my totie Don't got my licence, I ghostride Picture me in the VE Commy but I don't drive And I don't speak English it's all Atinlay Me and stealthyn00b beamin' off the tabs everyday And in 2022 I'm not taking shit Hopping on the track with the dopest of all cadences Don't got no acquaintances Don't wait for the bag 'cause I'm way too impatient, bitch It's many cunts wanna end me 2023 Same cunts wanna fuckin' friend me Because they all know that Sidney too stealthy Punching darts all day 'cause I'm staying unhealthy Talkin' to Dan on the phone Chillin' it wit' Bood, freestyle off the fucking dome My bro Lime said "Sid, pack me a cone" I'ma be stoned until I fucking get home What you doing in the underworld, Taylor? Well, this here ain't Taylor. Taylor been shot. This man here is Chris. He been resurrected You lame Taylor? Am I what? Are you lame or something? Go ahead on, man, smoke it This shit's in the wind troop, rah