Yeah
This the…
This the epilogue
I really went from…
I really went from pill-popping
Show-stopping to cocaine
Now it’s cold turkey
In my bag like the chihuahua in that hoe’s birkin
It took a year or three to realize that it’s not working
Man, it’s never worth it
I lost friends to make ends meet
We made money off pot, no pantry
Gotta up the ante
Young bull, when i pull up you would think it was a…
You would think it was a stampede
Saw my brother on thin ice like bambi
You know the boys be where the bands be
You know i get in where i can’t be
So i don’t think they gotta understand me
I was just a youngin on the hunt for some attention when the spotlight and bad women grabbed me
Huh
Sadly
She been in the city getting high and looking pretty
I been sober at the crib like this life is nothing but chilly
My lil bro just turned seven, i’m tryna make him a milli
And saying nothing at all is the sh#t that make you look guilty
I don’t give a f#ck if you don’t feel me
I don’t give a f#ck if you don’t feel me, real talk
Yeah, i’m a1 – steaksauce
They don’t ever notice when i take off
Posted in the cut like a razor
If you owe me one, i’m calling in the favor
Roll some weed, she like the flavor
She don’t tell her man sh#t, treat the crib like it’s las vegas
Hey
Look at my face, this is serious
Going through withdrawals, i’m delirious
So if this is rock bottom, i just wanna feel like ceilings
The glass can’t be half-empty if it’s spilling
Completely independent for the first time since sixteen
Living on a diet of some capped blunts and caffeine
Anyone i meet, they all say “wow, you’re only 20?”
I’m the living proof that sh#t ain’t ever easy when you chase dreams
Said i want the world, they said “don’t run your mouth”
Talk ’bout moves you made in silence, but that talk is loud
If you ain’t here when this sh#t counts, i gotta count you out
Yeah you been around, but what are you about?
I saw the way they went and took a different route
Think i was sleeping better back on jimi’s couch
Miss the days when they would pass the spliff and i would end up passing out
Now it’s like i never even heard of tapping out
This the type of sh#t they’d never think to ask about
And now they backing out
She been in the city getting high and looking pretty
I been sober at the crib like this life is nothing but chilly
My lil bro just turned seven, i’m tryna make him a milli
And saying nothing at all is the sh#t that make you look guilty
I don’t give a f#ck if you don’t feel me
I don’t give a f#ck if you don’t…
I’ve tried to kill myself five times and i’m still here
So if i can’t do it, what the f#ck can really kill me?
What the f#ck can really kill me?
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