[Verse 1]

Yo, yo

I rap like I got issues with that nigga in mirror

I don't hear'em, I'ma kill'em

I'ma make'em live his life in fear

Thinking clearly cuz of lack of a bottle

Pushing work so I could buy a model

Looking like his momma need to call'em

Nigga what the fuck she say when you answered?

Why you frownin' like you got the news

Like you got cancer

Like all yo shows just got canceled

You ain't booking shit anyway, man

Damn

You ain't grippin' the handle

Nah you ain't squeezing the trigger

Y'all ain't rappin' like you got the intentions of getting bigger

I'm a nigga, no explaining the anger

I'm in danger of gettin' shot by a stranger

That's the life that we live

It's basic buy you a strap

And if a pussy pull up you just be ready to snap

Or else you're probably fucked

You better duck you better run

Call yo daddy tell that nigga that he ain't gon' see his son

After on altercation, you're done

That's fucking crazy, niggas out here fugazi

And it's the homie's and them lately

So I ain't trusting them lately

I've been all up in my zone just zoning out in the matrix

I've been all up in my head just tryna see if I'll make it

Yo

[Hook 2x]

This shit cool, this shit dead

I've been all up in my head dealing with issues instead

Of tryna figure out how to write a hook or how to write a book

I'm learning how to self reflect upon the life of Barse, the cook

[Verse 2]

This shit cool, this shit dead

I don't give a fuck nigga that's what I said

Since when did I turn into a nigga so red

That even God was like "Jesus is that the Devil down there?"

Fuck, nigga you are mentally fucked

I ain't prayed for you once

You got issues that you need to work on

Like one, you're fucking arrogant, son

Momma called you heartless

That's an issues my son

And you're crazy as fuck

A psycho, guess you are one

A cynical little nigga with no diploma and such

And you're smart but you got issues

You're a narcissist too

And your voice is annoying but you're a rapper, my dude?

Yo

[Hook 2x]

This shit cool, this shit dead

I've been all up in my head dealing with issues instead

Of tryna figure out how to write a hook or how to write a book

I'm learning how to self reflect upon the life of Barse, the cook

[Verse 3]

Yo, I rap like I got issues with that nigga rapper better than

Half of these niggas rocking chains and Gucci sweaters and

I don't understand, but depression is an issue

I'm just tryna get better, man

Yo, this shit cool, this shit dead

I'm a hater analyzing all of the shit in my head

And it ain't smelling so good

And you ain't looking to good

And you got issues with yo weight like you ain't eating too good, God

[Hook]

This shit cool, this shit dead

I've been all up in my head dealing with issues instead

Of tryna figure out how to write a hook or how to write a book

I'm learning how to self reflect upon the life of Barse, the cook