[Mixtape Intro]

Soooo many paths...

You could have had ANY of them...

And yet, you chose...this one...

Why, is, that...?

WHY?

...

[Verse 1]

I ain't worried bout the police

Seriously, chill dude, we’re white, we’ll be fine

I ain’t scurry back in my place, nope, no please

Save some face, know your defeat; I runnin’ shit, they obese

Angh

Time up

Receive your receipts, watch me regime proceed

My game high with pro speed, your game high like reggie

My aims high like amends, so why your temp high like so sweaty?

You said you’d be hot shit by one-six, so why you not so-so already?

Me being hot shit I am dreading: driven when petty, success deadly

Cottonmouth complacence commonplace, can’t complain or stress when deli'd

Thoughts from darker days, give demonstration, cursed be the delegation

Many medals decorate them, many fellows like me

Now depraved by them

And then they say to them:

"Look at, look at, the world, how it’s been raising you!"

Look at you, no, they waste no gaze, but now time they face the music

Rate I drive on the lonely road, addiction out of ten, usually

Got a problem? Fucking sue me

Give thanks my resolve ain’t as dissolved as those fools who joke at movies

You going insane, truly? Boy, you’ll be Gucci damn fanooci

See, to you, this the worst of days, to me, a fucking Tuesday

[Bridge]

This is do or die

Do or die

Let’s just skip the fucking story, I need that cash, I need that glory, right?

Do or die, do or die

I need it now, I need it fast, ascend from woes, and feed 'til holy

[Verse 2]

This cow ain’t be milking me no Rollies?

Motherfucking bull bologna

Birds be pilfering the trolly

Another fuck case this different?

Show, me

I stick out hard, they fucking blow me; other fuck ups, they don’t know me

I fucked like shooting up a student, you fucked like student shooting up

It’s called a fucking “trap” for a reason, stupid, shouldn’t be leaving, but knew enough

To no please, the self-pity, demons, gruff

Without medication, but moderation keep from the light of reason, snuffed

Have to pretend to be friend when these faggots laugh behind my back

The boys, girls, old and young, even self cut me no slack

But my sneakers, they be winged, when I touch down running on the track

They fling they litter when I down the stream, now they wanting that shit back

Hope they squeaks don’t bring admitters, when I breed they lungs with stream

Nice to meet ya, sweet dreams to greet ya, transmitter deems the world will see you twitch

On Twitch, it stream…

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Ya’na’I mean, bruh?

Know why I’m mean, bruh?

See the crown gleam, bruh?

Cuz I remember when it didn’t

Thorn circlets ain’t glisten, my turn earning perplex, and christened vintage

But no time for breaks, or playing witness, you either racing, or you finished

This is do or die