(Verse One)

I woke up in the morning and I asked myself/

Is life worth living should I blast myself?/

Damn. That's PAC if you didn't know/

In the same city PAC dropped if you didn't know/

My bro just got a strap doesn't even use it/

Barrel in my spitter pull the trigger then I eat a bullet/

Instead I hit the beat. Bong with the ganja in it/

Pour me up a drink start to sip and finish all of it/

You think I'm proud of it really I'm ashamed/

My friends can't even look at me the same/

My sister got that shit inside her veins/

Momma always stay complaining/

Meanwhile I'm Tryna get into the game/

It's fucked up right?

All we wanna do is get fucked up right?

Cool imma roll another gram/

Face it to myself because no ones understands/

Sayin I've changed I've just grown into a man/

Motha Fucka I am

(Hook)

Running. I'm here but. It's like I'm running away/

Racing. In a race. First place bout a mile away/

Something. Everybody got something to say/

Face it.. Imma make it anyway so imma face it today/

(Verse Two)

Lately I've been Lonely even tho I'm all in love

What is a relationship if we don't got the trust/

I dont ever bust a missions just to bust a nut/

If I do there's something missing I feel like its not enough/

Basically the difference between fucking, and making love/

Shortly after making love is when The Baby comes

When baby mamma gets A belly you won't be like baby cum

Starting shit and arguments like "baby maybe were too young/

Now you say it was an accident/

Way more serious than when you Crash the whip/

You have a kid but now you need insurance gotta tow it/

Once These diapers full of shit and all these motors started smoking/

Metaphor cause I'm a poet, totaled car but no explosion/

Hoping that I woulda died .. Now the reaper is approaching/

As I look him in the eye cause he only had one open/

Said my soul is in the rhymes there's no way I coulda sold it/

Waitttttt

As a lately I've been thinking to myself/

I look into the mirror and I'm seeing some one else/

It's someone that I know, but Some one that I don't/

As I load another bowl of loud to mute my scream for help/

And you could never hear it..

If you did you'll prolly fear it..

Ill always have my spirit..

Let it live on through my lyrics..

(Hook)

Like my last J I'm Always more than half baked/

Full grown now so any day could be my last day/

Anyone around prolly looking for a handout boy stand down/

Shit how much can a man take?

All I know is I've been grinding like a pair of bad breaks/

If I break bad. And ran base/

Instead of rape tracks and Start a fan base/

Either way I'm working for the man and that I can't take

Not even a pinch could awake me from this bad dream/

Tryna fly away.. I wish I had wings/

Got a fucken problem always in a fast fling/

But all these bitches bad and honestly it's a bad thing

Fuck it tho I'm fucken hoes and sipping on this henne/

My middle finger up it goes ain't shit that you can tell me/

To make it into heaven know you gotta live through hell/

An only time will tell us both where you and I are heading