Part 1:
Verse:
Look, listen
Bitch, I’m back with the pressure, under pressure, smoking pressure
Adrenaline, warfare, we sending you the messages
A nigga stay cold yeah, we ready for the weather
Stopping who goes there, the struggle lookin effortless
And pa was telling me that I can’t do shit without taking risks
And me and my brother be used as outlets for the messages
The wisdom that he gifted, storing it up for the benefits
Nothing done changed huh, been at it since a little kid
Fuck with my day ones, the pit will end up bottomless
But where did the days go? Been flying since the start of it
Started the day job, the shit ain’t filled my bottle since
Know what my pain know, depression been defining me
Pre-defined me since a youngin, niggas wanna flock me
Stop it, though it get annoying they don’t drop it
Mindset, though it get repetitive it’s constant
For where we goin in life and whenever we’ll be stoppin
Keep the constant grind, we ain’t got time for all the nonsense
Though I’m broke right now, keep my head down for future finance
Outta the box, my mind beyond the simple topics
Quitting my job, self sabotage is in alignment
My dialect higher than some niggas in they thirties
And that’s why niggas listen up, I’m talking, don’t ignore me!
Taking new routes, I keep my knee all on they throat-piece
Been counted out, that's why my name ain’t in they scoresheets
Yeah, been counted out, that's why my name ain’t in they scoresheets
Part 2:
Verse:
All I really need is a little model to rid all my sin and sorrow
Mixin it with something subtle, shit got me high as Bizarro
It’s fucking awful the way that I down this gin and tonic
I’m off it, simile dividing my logic
Divide it, till my mind is swiftly retarded
Apologizing for being slightly tardy to the party, got too faded 'fore it even started, got me too late to the fucking function
Fuck this bitch ass music shit, it ain’t gon take off regardless, so I’m off it
And now I’m back in the mix, hitting licks, hitting chicks, killing shit
Been eating chicken, that’s some real nigga shit
Electric Benjamins been sitting in my pockets, legit
I got bad habits so I’m blowing all the hunnids too quick
All on my kicks is some ricks
Bitch
Part 3:
Verse:
It’s times like this when I miss my pops, forgot my job
What happens if the ship don’t stop?
Foot in the swamp
The trauma of my past keep knockin
Hope the door stay shut
But it don’t let off, and so my mind gon rot
Yeah, yeah
I hope my mind won’t rot
Yeah
Look listen I had 2 pills all in my possession
Just a nigga doin sessions in the basement
So I found a little solace in my momma crib
Writing was a outlet, I found peace in it
Buying offa the streets and shit
Fueling addictions and, yeah
Habits repetitive
It can get crippling, no
And I got a weed problem I can’t fix
This xanax I can’t kick
My family tell me lay it off, I tell em it’s past tense
It pains me to tell fibs to mom about my problems
But I’d rather keep her happy than let her know about the drama I'm in
Before my innocence melted I had it all within the palm of my hands
I sabotaged and now I wish I could have one second chance
Before the substance and the pressure
All my peers and depression
My mother calling me selfish, I’m playing chess with the devil, yeah
But one day, one day, one day
God's grace gon save me from all this pain
God's grace gon save me from mistakes I made
