Verse 1

It’s time for me to split bitch

I'm out the car

Smelling like cigarettes and cheap alcohol

Empty medicine bottles scattered

Through-out the hall

I'm off so many pain-killers I'm about to fall

Can’t feel my body at all

Fuck it I ain't about to call

This blunt I kiss burns my lips down to my finger tips

Can’t give these drug up fo sho can't give these streets up

OK I’ll get rid of these drug up but keep at least one

I’ll keep a couple pills maybe keep a couple blunts

Buy a ticket hit the islands for a couple months

I'll fuck a couple chick just to lets some anger out

Cut up my burner gloves and stick my middle finger out

Cuz I don't give a fuck bitch if I'm broke I'm broke

And I don't wanna hear no shit bout that dope I smoke

And I don't wanna start no beef that I don't provoke but if it happens I won’t stop until your throat meets rope you get the picture

Verse 2

See I ain’t ever been a crackhead I ain’t used to basin

But that don't mean I have done shit to start hallucinating

Problem everyone's got em I done hit rock bottom had issues and fought em felony cases I’ve caught em

Fuck that shit that ain’t the problem

I’ve got issues only I could have

That why I brag when I'm on top cuz I ain’t used to that

I’ve got a little deal now everybody on my back

But I’m so high most of the time that's why I don’t call em back

Where was you at when I was broke and needed help with shit?

Now you wanna know just where I’m at and who I’m with

But I don’t play them fucking games bitch now who’s the trick

You think I'm Big headed by now better get used to it

See I don’t owe no body nothing I ain’t fronting I’m just speaking the truth now all these parents looking at me cuz I speak to the youth

If you like it or not I love it when I make an impression

But I can’t lie the why I'm expressing my state of depression

Verse 3

Sometime I wonder if the fames really as hard as they say

They got no motherfucking clue about what goes on in my head

Sometimes I’m feeling better off dead or locked away forever

But that ain’t going to make shit better so I scratch that idea

My actions are clear its actually the facts that I fear

How many homies got my back as a matter of fact

Roll with a wild bunch

If it went down would I have time to clutch

And then you got the nerve to ask why I don’t smile much

See when you get a chance to see how fake these people act

It’s hard to get back to your home without watching your back

I try to vibe[?] why these laws watching my step-in

But these laws make it hard that’s why I carry a weapon

It’s you that I dread two in the chest two to the head

Cuz in this game there is first and second place

The quick and the dead

I ask for one more come on now what the fuck would I run for

See I’m the only person I’m keeping a loaded gun for