Part 1:

Verse:

Look, listen

Bitch, I’m back with the pressure, under pressure, smoking pressure

Adrenaline, warfare, we sending you the messages

A nigga stay cold yeah, we ready for the weather

Stopping who goes there, the struggle lookin effortless

And pa was telling me that I can’t do shit without taking risks

And me and my brother be used as outlets for the messages

The wisdom that he gifted, storing it up for the benefits

Nothing done changed huh, been at it since a little kid

Fuck with my day ones, the pit will end up bottomless

But where did the days go? Been flying since the start of it

Started the day job, the shit ain’t filled my bottle since

Know what my pain know, depression been defining me

Pre-defined me since a youngin, niggas wanna flock me

Stop it, though it get annoying they don’t drop it

Mindset, though it get repetitive it’s constant

For where we goin in life and whenever we’ll be stoppin

Keep the constant grind, we ain’t got time for all the nonsense

Though I’m broke right now, keep my head down for future finance

Outta the box, my mind beyond the simple topics

Quitting my job, self sabotage is in alignment

My dialect higher than some niggas in they thirties

And that’s why niggas listen up, I’m talking, don’t ignore me!

Taking new routes, I keep my knee all on they throat-piece

Been counted out, that's why my name ain’t in they scoresheets

Yeah, been counted out, that's why my name ain’t in they scoresheets

Part 2:

Verse:

All I really need is a little model to rid all my sin and sorrow

Mixin it with something subtle, shit got me high as Bizarro

It’s fucking awful the way that I down this gin and tonic

I’m off it, simile dividing my logic

Divide it, till my mind is swiftly retarded

Apologizing for being slightly tardy to the party, got too faded 'fore it even started, got me too late to the fucking function

Fuck this bitch ass music shit, it ain’t gon take off regardless, so I’m off it

And now I’m back in the mix, hitting licks, hitting chicks, killing shit

Been eating chicken, that’s some real nigga shit

Electric Benjamins been sitting in my pockets, legit

I got bad habits so I’m blowing all the hunnids too quick

All on my kicks is some ricks

Bitch

Part 3:

Verse:

It’s times like this when I miss my pops, forgot my job

What happens if the ship don’t stop?

Foot in the swamp

The trauma of my past keep knockin

Hope the door stay shut

But it don’t let off, and so my mind gon rot

Yeah, yeah

I hope my mind won’t rot

Yeah

Look listen I had 2 pills all in my possession

Just a nigga doin sessions in the basement

So I found a little solace in my momma crib

Writing was a outlet, I found peace in it

Buying offa the streets and shit

Fueling addictions and, yeah

Habits repetitive

It can get crippling, no

And I got a weed problem I can’t fix

This xanax I can’t kick

My family tell me lay it off, I tell em it’s past tense

It pains me to tell fibs to mom about my problems

But I’d rather keep her happy than let her know about the drama I'm in

Before my innocence melted I had it all within the palm of my hands

I sabotaged and now I wish I could have one second chance

Before the substance and the pressure

All my peers and depression

My mother calling me selfish, I’m playing chess with the devil, yeah

But one day, one day, one day

God's grace gon save me from all this pain

God's grace gon save me from mistakes I made