These rappers lying man they do be sus
I’m going back in time to fuck the future up
Sabotagin’ every tune you done
You bet I’m trappin’ hard but I ain’t moving drugs
Nah
I ain’t fuckin with that
I ain’t giving up on everything I done with the tracks
I ain’t giving up on everything I wanted to have
I ain’t giving up on everything I jot on the pad
I spent too much time on this shit
From the cyphers I’d spit, to the writing and gripping the pen
Tryna write what’ll fit
For the time that I give, I don’t get much daps
Mate I’m likely to quit
Fuckin my head up, I’m done with the stress
Fuckin my head up, I’m done from the rikodeine
Fuckin my head up, I’m done with the meds
Fuckin my head up, I’m done from the shit I speak
I don’t wanna be like this
I’m over the way that I cope with the pain
I don’t know what to say, when they see my wrist
So I cloak it and pray that they leave my shit
Leave my shit
I don’t say what I don’t live, or breathe
& I mean that shit
Best believe that shit
Best believe that shit
I been lazy
It’s like I’m stepping away from the path I chose
All the bars I wrote ain’t doing me shit
I was stupid to think with a bar I’d blow
Nah, I thought I’d be rich with a snap of my fingers
Just like that
But I don’t have the connections to plug my raps
Nobody knows where I been
Went from smoking cones to being sober and clean
To alone in my home
Now I’m smoked from the lean
Everything I ever wanted was to flow on a beat
When it comes to my hopes and my dreams
I know what I want and I know what I need
Tryna cope with emotions I go through it seems
I don’t have control they have control over me
Coming with a keep out note
Black tar in my lungs, only breathe out smoke
Fuck the scene now though
I don’t wanna be the best, if a sesh is the reason
You people are bumpin’ the schemes I wrote
You won’t find me at clubs
You can find me at pubs
With a pint and a jug
Or a styrofoam cup filled with sprite for the lean
Rikodeined out bloke
It’s swift with an x, uncle riko
Grippin’ a pen, pumpin’ beats smoked
Sick in the head, fuck an ego
Lifted a mess, drunk on regals
Sippin’ again, but on lean tho
Bottles and bottles of cough syrup
The family don’t understand
Why I’m opiate chasing while locked in the room
If I’m jotting the truth then I don’t wanna care
I don’t wanna think anymore
I’m over the thoughts
That be travelling through my cerebral
I’m battling who I aspire to be
In my mind I don’t seem to be human or equal
I’m stuck
Im still fucked up
I won’t stop rappin’ till I feel just comfortable
Won’t stop rappin’ till I’m lil pumped up
I said I won’t stop rappin’ till I feel untouchable
I hate that I breathe
Rock the same old clothes every day of the week
I’m unable to sleep
Stuff my face with a feed
Just to try hide the pain, but my pain doesn’t leave
Maybe it may be the way that I think
May be the way I was raised as a teen
May be the way I don’t change
Now I’m making excuses, so maybe it’s me
Ay
Fuck me dead
Don’t wanna think about the past I got enough regrets
Don’t wanna think about the past and how I fucked my head
Dont wanna think about the parts of me I must forget
I feel like I got nothing left
If I don’t blow up then I’m stuck
If I don’t blow up then what the fuck is left
If I don’t blow up then I’m done, I’m dead
Just a fuckin mess
Suicidal
Stuck at home
Do or die mode
Fuckin oath
Who am I
Who fuckin knows
And nobody cares blud
Fuck em though
