I-I-I been stuck inside my brain
(Yeah, and I can't really help but feel like shit)
Need smoke just to get through nights n' days
(I'm addicted, but it helps me get a grip)
Work myself til' I'm insane
(Tryna make people happy while I'm in this pit)
See the light at the end of this brightened cave
(Too far to go back, so let's make this quick)
I could cry all night in my room, lil' bitch
That still won't fix all the wounds lil' bitch
I'm done crying over that foolish shit
Let's school these kids, I'ma do this shit
For my mama, my niece and my nephew
I swear when I blow up I ain't gon' forget you
And shoutout my sister Michelle and my
Friends who be letting me crash in they house for a bedroom
I swear that I'm grateful
But when it comes to the trust, I don't know
If I'm physically able, under the table
Buying that marijuana
Helping wit' the trauma and my fatal
Suicidal thoughts, I been tryna talk
Through all the music only way I'm able
To get through the blocks, on this path I walk
I been stressed, you could tell by the facial
Promised my mama I'ma be on cable
But I don't know if PC enough for it
I could just GG and run for it
Fuck it, I already hung for it
Nose leaking R.E.D. off the L.S.D
I was 15 up the forest
Noose all around my neck 'cause of torment
And now I just pick up checks for enjoyment
Yo, yo, yo
Let me switch up the beat on 'em
I-I-I don't-, I don't know if they know what I'm talking about yet so
I'm done with that, like, real talk bullshit
And I'ma dumb it down for y'all
Yuh, yuh, yuh
In the city, shoutout SF!
Feelin' shitty but I'm what's left
Out the pity parties and the tests
Fuck the rap game and it's pests
Tryna leach offa yo' success
Shoutout to karma, if it's still around
When you listenin' but it's best
If I don't assume how we turn out
I'ma just raise the roof, so we turn up
Ain't gonna pick n' choose who we blur out
Shoutout to Stem, but you can get murdered!
Fuck it lil' bitch, I got my past
Other rappers got a past too
Rappers talkin' like they ain't trash
That boy said he gonna pass who?
Bitch boy
Pick up the pace
Killing these rappers that ain't tryna race
Eating my dust leave my butt in they face
Bitch, it's Yung Brokie gon' fuck up the game
Bitch
We on a whole 'nother wave
If you ain't wittit then fuck out the way
Bitch
Shoutout to Karma the gang
We gettin' money, said fuck all the fame
Bitch boy
Pick up the pace
Killing these rappers that ain't tryna race
Eating my dust leave my butt in they face
Bitch it's Yung Brokie gon' fuck up the game
Bitch
We on a whole 'nother wave
If you ain't wittit then fuck out the way
Bitch
Shoutout to Karma the gang
We gettin money said fuck all the fame, lil' bitch