[Verse:]

Who'd have thought the kid with the Ipad would turn to me

Ten for ten, dough with no dime bag

After this I don't see what's left, eye patch

You in a lazy boy, leaning back like a nice catch

Couldn't be me, young grinder with a grinder

Having nightmares of timers, alarm clocks, and fires

Been in this studio just stressing for no reason

Dresser for four seasons, cold when the sun's beaming

Hot when the wind's screaming

From Hampden to stores, feeling grand in the force

Shaking hands at your door, on your welcome mat

New challenge, I welcome that til my wrists got that Seltzer splash

I'm in that same old gang, we could never break up

Still fucking up a check and I never make much

Still got a tight circle cause I never say's "sup'"

Might throw away my meds cause they got my head fucked

I'm about to drop my GPA and an album in a bundle

I'm about to spit this verse before it ends up crumpled

Fuck