[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]

I'm twenty young

I'm not getting no money (Bro)

I make hella excuses (Jokes)

Think everything is funny (Ha)

I'm lying to my money (Sorry)

I tell her I'm not hungry (Its a lie)

I'm up late night I'm working (Shit)

Otherwise I'm bumming

On (?) with my (?) (Tick tick)

They cop cigarettes for me (God damn)

What type of life is this

No one taught me shit (Never)

Sit back and I reminisce

How would I smoke out with (?)

He told me stories about how he was a kid

Meanwhile y mom kept my ass in the crib

"Keep your ass in the crib 'cause these niggas are shooting"

No bunch of chitter chatter

"Cause any day could be the day her son go splitter splatter

And she says she remembers when she heard my pitter patter

So it probably confused her when a nigga picked up a rapper

I pick up while I'm smoking cover up the (?)

I'm writing all these stories niggas got to feel this chapter

I'm dodging death on the daily I've been ducking some disasters

So you talking about my Twitter, I'm like what the fuck it matters

Talking about my Twitter I'm like what the fuck it matter huh

(What the fuck it matter huh)

So you talking about my Twitter i'm like what the fuck it matter huh

(That's it?)

Said you talking about my Twitter I'm like what the fuck it matter huh

What the fuck it matter

Said you talking bout my Twitter like what the fuck it matter huh

Just some kids killing shit

Making hits, taking risks

Just some kids killing shit

Making hits, taking risks

Take a hit of this oooh

Just some kids killing shit

Kids killing shit

Making hits, taking risks

Tick tick