[Verse1]

You’re supposed to understand me

You’re supposed to be my family

I’m doing this for you

I want to be the best I can be but all I get is doubt

I need a new way out

I got inspiration now

I gotta get my statements out

Treating myself to cookies in the Milky Way

I pray to God that I get to see another day

But as I take each hit I see it fade away

(But as I take each hit I see it fade away)

I need some time alone so I can think straight

Bended thoughts from too much pot and Zombie mixtapes

I hope I get to heaven’s gates

But in the meantime under these skies I meditate

Dreams of lasting forever with my princess

I really tried but I guess I’m just the next ex

I feel vexed but there’s nothing I can do

And I came a long way but it means nothing to you

I started on my journey on this road to Zion

And I yelling, “Fuck you” if you try to pry on…

What I’ve achieved

And these niggas know I got the flow to make, all of you believe

What happens after death?

No one really know?

Corrupted minds aren’t hard to find and it really shows

Going harder than fifty blows

A martyr with a shifty pose

Going farther than all you clones

I wonder if I can get a profit off these messages

I’m burning niggas and these ashes are what’s left of it

It’s evident...

That I’ma shine, no matter what the weather is

Reminiscing on the days when everything was easy

And now niggas on the bottle till they feeling queasy

Believe me…

I know it’s hard

So I try to maintain, by molding these bars

[Hook]

I try to thrive

But it’s just hard livin’

It’s easier to give in

But I know I can’t give in (x2)

[Verse 2]

These streets will get you

If you have nothing to protect you

Buddha baggies under the mattress in my bedroom

If I’m lucky, I’ll live until I’m twenty-five

So the main problem for me, is tryna stay alive

But I still gotta get paid and maintain while I get mine

Me and my niggas ‘bout to set it off like Columbine

So I don’t really care about what you heard

Puff puff pass don’t be the last nigga with the herb

We moving through like a pack of wolves after a plate a food

These jealous dudes getting mad while I bend the rules

I’m unusual

So forget you and your cubicles

That lifestyle is dead to me

You’re meant to be like cuticles

It’s beautiful…

How I go in so smooth

And then strike like a lion when I’m tempted in the booth

I’m presenting what is true

The only thing I resent is the resentful things I do

(Man, why you always rapping?)

Cause I can’t hold this shit

The ink flowing like a river when I use this pen

Come again

Got Collard Greens playing in the den

Tell a friend this is that shit that you can’t amend

I won’t change unless it’s for the better

Bring a sweater

Cause what I spit is cold

I’m altering the weather

(I said I’m altering the weather)