[Chorus]

How the fuck I like you I don't like myself?

The wee boy in me wouldn't mind my help

I'm a ticker but I got no cane

ARPs inside my brain

I'm fucked up, I think I'm due some fame

Closer to getting it, tragic

Get high off the magic, I think I ball like Magic

I can't be cured like Magic

[Verse]

I think they peep me on this and they take me serious

I'm finna black like Sirius

[?] Leadbelly

This one for all my affiliates, show you what silly is

Why so serious?

You joking like why so serious?

The problem is I got about 10 billion [?]

I need about 10 million, I'm in debt

Huh, the best

Don't know how I command respеct

I want my bed

Slumped up instead, I'm fucking up my hеad

The beam on my heart, it red

D on my cap for "death"

I could just smoke but I'm [?] instead, smell the drink on my breath

Rotten stench, I'm next, the fiber round my neck

The fiver in my pocket's bled, bled

Step in the rain, I'm blowing my brain, I'll lift up all these stains

You get what I'm saying, days gone I was bringing the pain

I switched lanes and I crashed, crashed

(Fuck it I don't even wanna rap)

Oh yeah I do, been on this rap shit since a yout

Then I get on that bad shit when I move, uh

And I'm talking to God

“Will I last? Will the [?] be strong?

Or will the Devil come and pack me off?"

[Chorus]

How the fuck I like you I don't like myself?

The wee boy in me wouldn’t mind my help

I'm a ticker but I got no cane

ARPs inside my brain

I'm fucked up, I think I'm due some fame

Closer to getting it, tragic

Get high off the magic, I think I ball like Magic

I can't be cured like Magic

How the fuck I like you I don't like myself?

The wee boy in me wouldn't mind my help

I'm a ticker but I got no cane

ARPs inside my brain

I'm fucked up, I think I'm due some fame

Closer to getting it, tragic

Get high off the magic, I think I ball like Magic

I can't be cured like Magic