[Verse 1]

Fuck all of that fashion rap

You backin' up rented whips with tricky chicks you payin' up right after that function split up

Pitchy black, where you don the get up, back to actin' crack and sit up

Actin like a tragic figure

No you didn't pick up bricks or live in always hidden

You could say I act suburban, I at least admit it

Underneath the LV bags you should reconsider

Why your homies never called you up when you were hit up

(Hi, we're not in right now, but if you leave your name and number, we'll get back to you!)

[Verse 2]

Gang and them gone and dipped while you sittin' with IV drips

And the time you on crucifix they were sittin' with new editions

You took a leap off the bars, but should I call that a dive?

You paranoid off the bars, so bad you sleep with a knife

You stay believing it's living without a meaning

You itchin' you almost screaming, where sanity when you need it?

You scared of todo, mostly scared of being needed

Disappearing suddenly without giving a reason

Orange bottle came to claim you, wish you could delete it

Once upon a time you were a clean kid

I'm sending this ahead, I'm hoping that I never read it

Realize I spent my time being what I critiqued then

This is my reaction to the shit that I've been seeing

Wanna make my way, no disease, deceased homies

Taking my direction from the streets that helped grow me

Feeling introspective 'bout the new me and the old me

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah