[Verse 1: Trae Yates]

Red or blue pill better choose my wealth

Cause the feds in the field would abuse my health

They don't really feel how i view myself, wait

I was in the school of hard knocks

Me and cuz slap box so it's one more welt

Backshot, first option, need a relief

But i only see god when a blunt won't help, hell

My girl keeps me up

Says a lot when my first instinct's to run

I play a vibe but i don't quite think enough

And buy a pound of the purp when the peace erupts, wait

I really don't sleep enough

I dream about love but it leaves a bunch

I've been cornered more than once

But i've seen options leave me numb

So...