Niggas wanna wake me up

Bitches wanna set me up

Judge wanna give me time (time)

Gotta keep my head up (head up)

Me against the world like pac

Middle finger up, mothafuck the cops

All gas, no breaks, thankin god for another day

Cancer took my grandma away, poppin pain pills, still feel the pain

In a chain gang, slang gold chain, out the chain gang, do the same thang

Ridin through the rain

All white range, all about the money, mothafuck the fame

Police know my real name, call me by my nickname….hitman

I cried I cried

My hearts full of misery

I cried I cried I cried

My hearts full of misery

I cried I cried

All my life I been rappin tryin make it big I always figured I was suppose to blow

15 years later got my paper wait this ain't the way this suppose to go

My neighbors finally buzzin but it wasn’t big enough for me to go and quit my 9 to 5

So between this job and music now my lady sayin that she feel unsatisfied

I'm just baffled, just had her wrapped around my finger

Man it seems I lost the upper hand, same week my mixtape dropped

She admitted that she had been seein another man

So now I gotta bounce, outta mommas house, I just lost my bitch, I just lost my crib

I been poppin tags, hopin the pills will heal the way I feel, but nothing ever did

Shit the pressure of my managers be stressin me to work, you need to write some songs

Got one of the hottest wives decided to end it

How do I even begin to act like nothings wrong

My homeboys is shiesty, think they might be happy

That im down and going through a thing

100 dollars to my name, if you look behind these Gucci frames man I’m...

I cried I cried

My hearts full of misery

I cried I cried I cried

My hearts full of misery

I cried I cried

RITTZ:

All my / life I been rapping / tryin make it big

I always figured / I was suppose to / blow

15 years / later / got my paper wait

This ain't the way / this suppose to go

My name is finally / buzzing / but it wasn’t

Big enough / for me to go and quit my / 9 to 5

So between this / job and music

Now my lady / saying that she feel unsatisfied

I’m just baffled I / just had her wrapped around / my finger

Man it seems / I lost the upper hand

Same / week my mix / tape dropped

She admitted that she / had been seeing / another man

So now I gotta bounce / out her mommas house

I just lost my bitch / I just lost my crib

I been poppin tags

Hoping that the pills / will heal / the way I feel

But nothing ever did

Can’t / take the pressure / cause my manager

Be stressing me / to work

“you need to / write some songs”

Got one of the hottest wives / decided to end it

How do I even begin to / act like nothings wrong

My homeboys is shiesty / think they might be happy

That I’m down / and going / through a thing

100 dollars to my name

If you look behind these / Gucci frames / man I

I cried I cried hearts

Full of mysery

I cried I cried I cried

My hearts full of misery

I cried I cried