[Verse 1]

I wake them up just like a cold shower

All the times I sold sour made my soul sour

Big bleep in my system I ain't feeling nothing

They be looking at me crazy like they stealing something

But they not though

I think they just a fan

I looked a child in his eyes and told him "Fuck the xans"

I looked this girl into her eyes and told her "Fuck ya mans"

And I'm feeling like a groupie how I'm touching bands (DJ)

East coast dap we don't do the pound (no!)

I'm about to get on stage they thought I'm doing sound (never!)

Met your girl when she was sober she was still insane (cRaZy)

Every timе I play a show it's like a Philly game (ballin')

I be making plays, until my latеr days

And it's been hard to find a flow until your switching lanes

She would text me wild shit I think she still engaged (huh)

And I came out Western Mass like Killswitch Engage

I don't wrestle with my demons boy I mack with mine

There is a reason why they treat me like a mastermind (facts)

Why the things I really loved I had to sacrifice

All you hear is DJ in the afterlife

Ay, things will never be the way they seem to be

I leave it be

The man who made the beat came outta Peabody

It seems to me that y'all don't understand how much this means to me

Where I'm floating round my town just like a deity

Boy I'm floating round my town just like a frat person

I either make it to the top or I'm that person

Couldn't sleep at her crib she's a cat person

They think I'm sleazy but really I'm the last person

That would act that way

Tears of joy trickle down like an accolade

And when I pass away

I hope they don't commercialize it just to captivate

I turn my phone off like a Hasid on a Saturday (DJ)

East coast dap we don't do the pound (no!)

I'm about to get on stage they thought I'm doing sound (never!)

Met your girl when she was sober she was still insane (cRaZy)

Every time I play a show it's like a Philly game (ballin')

I be making plays, until my later days

And it's been hard to find a flow until your switching lanes

She would text me wild shit I think she still engaged (huh)

And I came out Western Mass like Killswitch Engage

Smoking backstage they think that I'm a roadie

Little do they know I'm Massachusetts rap Kobe

Talking facts only

I can't be satisfied cruising in the breakdown lane

Smoking bleepies in the minivan on Route 9

Raised in the suburbs why am I obsessed with true crime

Ramsey told me Ima get this shit in due time

I don't know bout your weed, my friends grew mine

I was tryna keep it chill then I heard you hate

Right now I'm feeling crossed like a certain fate

And I feel like Tim McGraw when he worked with Faith

Next time you kick a door, might be the pearly gates

Before you make that move, better dwell on it

Drugs stepped on like I fell on it

(huh)