[Verse]

Sent your bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses

Turn your bitch Slick Rick right now if I flashed it

Ate a couple pills and took the bud up out the plastic

Flickin' bogey ashes, bitch, I stay blasted

Microphone Cassius, Magic with the sick shit

'Posed to been dead, but bitch, I'm still up in this bitch

Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion

Fucked a pregnant bitch, she save money on her ga-bortion

I feel like Billy Corgan in a church playing organ

Coverin' Too $hort, smokin' a Newport

Hurt, hoped the drugs would help the pain to go away

But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray

So step inside the mind that revolves around the rhyme

And every time he close his eyes, visions of white lines

Dyin' in the arms of a blonde, blue-eyed twenty-something

Don't know her name, but the paramedics chest pumpin'

Thirty-something Black male OD'd off of pills

That he weren't prescribed, but they took his life

Left behind a daughter that don't really even know him

'Cause her mama thought he wouldn't make a living off of poems

But it was a long journey on a rocky road

Had a hoodie on and a jacket in the snow

Walkin' in the cold on the way to the studio

Nigga, that was just a couple years ago

Dropped a couple mixtapes on the 'net

Niggas tried to front like I wasn't all that

But guess what, bitch? I'm coming back

Guess what, bitch? I'm coming back

Signed to Fool's Gold, now everything is all gnarly

Now these bitches want my number to get up in the party

Came a long way from extension cords in the window

Borrow neighbor's power just to plug up the Nintendo

Where the oven's never closed and the stove's never off

Every winter so cold, niggas sleepin' wearing scarf

But I always tell myself that it's gon' get better

You know who you is? You the greatest rapper ever

So now the pressure's on to prove that voice right

Some people never knew they goals, knew mine my whole life

So now his turn's up, fixin' up to bat

Pitchin' singles to the label when I used to pitch crack

I never learned to rap, always knew how

Ever since a nigga eight, knew what I would do now

When I turned twenty-eight, they like, "What you gon' do now?"

And now a nigga thirty, so I don't think they heard me

That the last ten years, I been so fucking stressed

Tears in my eyes, let me get this off my chest

The thoughts of no success got a nigga chasing death

Doin' all these drugs, hope an OD ain't next, triple-X