[Produced by RB]

[Verse 1: Big Hyperion]

Yo, I woke up in the middle of the street

Looking below down at my feet

Thought this don't happen every week

I was at the age of 10, I didn't know what the fuck to do

I was running on a bridge, blood running

Thought I had the flew

Taking Zoloft made me crazy

I was hoping it would change me

Realized I left my glasses at home

Reached in my pocket for my phone, nothing in my pockets

I was thinking, is this real

I was crying, what's the deal

Zoloft drifted me, not gifted me

Felt like I had been sifted

I was screaming for help, the only person who could help was myself...

[Verse 2: Big Hyperion]

Uh

Ayo, 5-0, you know

The motherfucking po-po, so

Thank the po-po

Fuck the po-po

Either one just so you know

They got a big ass gun

They probably got a son

A beretta

He pursuing of vendetta

They go crazy at that age like Kylie Jenner

Playing ball with my homies, I got the center

In class, this kid is struggling to be the presenter

Can't you remember any of the shit that you memorized

Pausing on this shit, like you motherfucking televised

Seeing bloods and crips

Eat some pizza and some chips

Turn on the TV, someone whip

Nah (x5) , please no more whipping

Just have a seat, eat some more chicken

Just like Dylan, finger licking

Just chill, watch some television

Cole man, that fruit is forbidden

You want to be like Shmurda?

He's got twenty-five years in prison

The city can't hold us, we raising the ceiling

People down in C-O-M-P-T-O-N making a killing

[Outro: Big Hyperion]

Yeah, making a killing, yeah

Out