It’s crunch time, the clock ticking

Fuck this penny pinching

I need a come up

Always dark before the sun has risen

Cigarette burns, ain’t even flinching

Do it all to feel different

Ain’t the way but I never listen

Did the blues for a minute

God knows I’m trippin’

Ask me about it

Laugh it off like I didn’t listen

Ain’t get apologies for half of what they did to me

Don’t you ever come around 'cause you’re dead to me

Hands clean but my fingers dirty

I’m turning into the people who hurt me

Niggas always feel a way when you the chosen one

Guess I was born to make mistakes

Word to Mama’s Gun

Put my heart into this tape

I hope you get the message

Come to terms with myself

Before my days have ended

The curtains lift

My time is up

I’m leaving all this shit

Leave it all behind

I’m starting new on August 5th