[Intro: BTK]

Damn I gotta charge my phone.. my shits almost dead

[Verse 1: BTK]

Cool Mint cigarillos on the table

With the solo cups

All I wear is black and white

Don't really need a Polo tux

I just wanna get it in and leave

Don't need a slow mo fuck

I just need promo

So fuck the videos and photos

I been drinkin so much

I can't even really think straight

We tryna get a milli

Lemme find out what this ink make

She lookin' good, I might find out

How the pink taste

I don't trust nothing or no body

So whatchu mean faith

Mixing up this cheap gin

Just to bury thoughts

Fuck gettin' married

Cause one thing I don't ever carries heart

But I say I do to the music

Cause that's all I got

8 ball of white, with an O

I'd rather take a shot

Moved in a new house

But I feel like still ain't nothing changed

Still got depression even if

The pill is in my brain

My life is stained

In the poorest county in the state

I hope and pray that we get out

To fill up empty space

King wants a EP, fuck a mixtape

Put it on CD and toss it until the wrist break

So tired of the TV Dinners and noodles

I'd rather live as a sinner

Then wait here for an approval

Tryna work until I make it

And Grind until I'm insane

Ambition is uncontrollable

Fuck some kind of restraint

I'm all about the success

So fuck a mistake

I'll keep on pullin' on this pen

Until I blow up like a grenade

Yeah