Verse 1

I gotta make this Jawn for my mental health

Latley I just haven’t been feeling Like my self

It’s all a test from god all these cards bein dealt

Really got me out here questionin my wealth

I can’t sit and cry and ask why me

Pains temporary but heartbreak forever bleeds

Wonder if the ones who say they’d ride for me Would really go and ride for me cause they never seen this side of me

Boutta go for a walk imma take the long way bitch claim that she care but ain’t call me all day

Feels like I’ve been trapped in a fools game

Imma a survivor gotta stand up to my name

Lately I just been down in the blue

I do not have a clue

What I should do

This feels way past over due

Sleepin in way past noon

Then stayin up to 4 am when I got school

Hook

Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal

Nowadays everybody gettin killed

Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real

In a live or die situation this is not a drill

Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal

Nowadays everybody gettin killed

Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real

In a live or die situation this is not a drill

Verse 2

I don’t do this shit for nobody

I dare someone to come and try me

I will go ahead and catch a body

(I will go ahead and catch a body)

I ain’t even gotta be like that tho

But Imma do whatever I got to go do for my home

And anybody gotta problem can catch me at the doh

These bullets are like stone Goliath got hit in his dome (woah)

Hook

Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal

Nowadays everybody gettin killed

Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real

In a live or die situation this is not a drill

Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal

Nowadays everybody gettin killed

Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real

In a live or die situation this is not a drill

Verse 3

Get hit with that chrome

Talkin to my Tío yea he calls me through the phone

Got some good ideas and we callin it balone

Crazy how so much talent gets left alone

Stuck behind bars and they calling it there home

Wonder how many of my homies gone

Wonder if my momma ever listens to my songs

Don’t wanna talk about R.I.P’s in my songs

Hook

Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal

Nowadays everybody gettin killed

Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real

In a live or die situation this is not a drill

Stitches on my wounds man I hope they gonn heal

Nowadays everybody gettin killed

Gotta open up ya eyes tell the fake from the real

In a live or die situation this is not a drill