Looking at her life, I cry This why I act sometimes, that's right I can flip this butcher knife Because I got this pain to hide Lift me up, I'm getting high Writing, doodling 'til I die I can say this shit I write Because I got this This pain to hide This traffic can suck my dick, at the function Workin' on this bitch, 'cause I'm going I don't bring the heat, that's assumption I was cooking in the fridge, in destruction I put on this armor To protect all the brothers And fathers and mothers We're hauling at each other (Ah-ah, nevermind, sorry) Looking at her life, I cry This why I act sometimes, that's right I can flip this butcher knife Because I got this pain to hide Lift me up when I am high Got you doodlin' 'til I die I can say this shit I write Because I got this This pain to hide Hide