[Verse 1: Brian]

Some days I get up and I felt defeated

Routine repeated

Fuck motivation

Too complacent

Battle scars with demons

Some are dead

And some are fed

Depending on the season

Lock myself out my own life

Mind ain't living right

Thinkin' bout a dream

Imma scream if it ain't taken flight

Rollover lookin'

Slight moral of the story

Those before me please wait in line

I been waiting so long

I thought about suicide

Not being on this earth to cry

Or live a lie

Got somе real regrets

I hold down insidе

I pop capsules

First time night came alive

Pound the legs through the bed

Gave me head and then I cried

I'm the nicest man to talk

But a villain deep inside

Always keep a step ahead

So you don't waste my time

Adolescent growing up focusing a major stride

Family went they separate ways

When my grandmother died

She taught me how to be a man

And not to have shit to hide

Patience running very low

Bullshit I can't let that fly

Germaphobic mess upon my guest

My trauma never dies

[Interlude]

You sabotaged my ass, society. And the cops, and the system

[Verse 2: Quentin]

I use to be a lame now my bars like concrete

Feeling myself ain’t nobody that can stop me

Brian got the car keys, now we on the road

Derek on the tracks making beats he composed

Feeling kinda bold when I hit you in the throat

Rather be dead than a mothafucking broke, nigga

I just wanna go bigger, doing shit incredible

Underground rapping isn’t paying for my medical

Gotta pay electrical, bills on my schedule

Taxable, still got me chasing for the capital

Trapped like an animal, Amerikkka the cannibal

Penny pinchin' still tryna keep up with the annual

Funds, when they coming in, still got me struggling

I ain’t never stopping till the money come tumbling

Stumbling, still gotta eat though

Spit it on a beat

Moving through the game still playing with a cheat code

Shots like a free throw, on my Steph Curry shit

Running from the past, cuz I’m still trying to bury it

Life is a dirty bitch, fuck it with a rubber on

Say it with my chest, I ain’t gotta stutter none

Hittem with another one

These bars coming quick tho

Fans say we underrated

Man y’all niggas been cold

Dope from the get go, still making hits

Run up on the beat, ambush then I tip toe