Probably gonna die decades before my mama does

Growing up was trying to keep a buzz, no concern about a college fund

Never had skills, before this rappin gave em chills

They only hit me up for sacks, I'll let you take that how you will

Had to switch my viewpoint and put my vision in this

Try to channel my true voice and reinvent all my tricks

In remembrance of all who’ve fallen light the wick up for this

Investing every last coin I need to hit the finish with, so at least they'll kill me rich

Scared I'll end up lost in the struggle

So many settle for less, I won’t be satisfied with double what I'm dreaming

I do this for bigger reasons than Rolly's

Sick of lag and my empty wallet, this ink's for my blood and homies

You probably hanging with the police at the Dunkin eatin sprinkles

So you phony when you flowin, yet they know I'm Howard Finkel

Think I'm dissin? Pay no attention, til you in that grave so I can piss

You ain't shit, you just fuckin up the game, you's a glitch

So I guess I’m on the porch pennin patch notes

Probably end up penned up, missin court, you don’t pass go

Had it all and blew it, still don't own a fuckin smart phone

Underestimated, they assumin all my cards shown

They don’t know I'm holdin all the wild ones

What I see that got me wakin in sweat keep me from buying guns

They get it fucked up, think I voted for Trump

Ain't trying to pay for no wall, but my Nanny taught me to love

And I wish that I'd have got that way back from the first

It would have saved alot of hurt, would’ve changed alot of verses

I discovered purpose underneath the problem's convergin

Feelin like nothin's workin, cue the alcohol and the cursin

About to drop the curtains, they bluffin bout large tags

I'm trying to profit off of talkin bout slothin like Lawrence Sontag

Rondo, ballin on some college court Lonzos

Probably piss dirty post mortem like Jon Jones

Y'all ain't head honchos, only Foot Soldiers

You just act so independent when Shredder ain't here to scold ya

Otherwise can't find em with they proper as the search term

Don't even hear the crunchin when stompin on all these earthworms

She said that "I can catch I buzz off of this"

Worley got em feelin like they in the Druff with this shit

Catchin old feels, thinkin bout the come up off of Snowmill

Now everywhere I go they know that Lida flow kill like it's Darren Till

They been takin breaks? I been staying late

I'll put in all the work they never did to see a better place

For me to lay my head at without all the fuckin fighting

Feel my soul as it's flowing through all the blood that I write with

I try to resist all of this shit pulling me down again

Broken within as I look above in search of how to mend what's killing me

Still can feel effects of my villainy

Playin out as I'm pilloried for my criminal history

Y'all got forty two chains? I got forty two dollars in my wallet

How the hell I'm sposed to send a kid to college off of that

Fucking jobless at my mamas, puffin on this fine pack

Trying to find the right path to get my life back (yeah)