Verse 1:

Check it

Overcome some days with a shadow o’ doubt

I walk around in the graveyard so hollow and down

As I follow the sound o’ the ones I lost - the ones not here

I feel so ‘Divorced’ and lost - cuz’ I ‘Miss’

Every single one o’ ya'll

And every year my resolution is to ball harder than Coach Carter and every one of his Daughters - I do it for them I do it for you I do it for me

People wanna see how I'm ‘smooth’ with the beats

Got a boulder on my shoulder - I don't do it with ease

I forgot all my manners I don't do it to please

‘Uhaul’ for Einstein how I ‘move MC’s’

Haha

Mama told me I'm a fighter -

I guess that's why I'm ‘punchin’ everytime that I'm writin - strike it

Merriweather leave a dent with a pencil

This beat's for the haters - they are ‘instrumental’

Chorus:

Monster - how should I feel

Creatures Lie Here

Looking through the window

Verse 2:

For my girl - you remember that night?

It's funny how we ‘fall’ like ‘November in a fight’

You remember who was right? I was wrong

It's funny how I admit it now when you're gone

And to my boy Nic man I'm sorry for the fall out

I can't forget them times at the beach we would straight ball out

And tell people we were cousins - but really you my brother

Actin like ‘cops’ gettin ladies ‘under covers’

Drivin mothers and they sisters so crazy

Like: “have you seen their fuckin boyfriends lately?”

Askin’ where they daughters at wonder why they skippin class

Why they with his broke ass now they callin’ him their baby?

God damn how I miss you dude

I know you up in heaven right now missin’ me too

So pour that goose hope you feelin at peace

Fuck that ‘monster’ in my room ‘cuz I feel like a beast

I mean how show I feel man

If you saw what I saw everyday

I mean don't even know why I do it sometimes

But fuck it

Verse 3:

I'm tired o’ payin these promters

Who tell me to play when the pay is bogus

There's no way to focus on what matters most:

Entertainin’ the crowd and attackin shows

When you tryna rap out with ya back exposed

When they pocket all the profit and ‘G’s’

Promotional needs to studio fees

It's like they’re holdin’ the keys - they got a hold o’ the knees

To my city man fuck that wear it’s on

You wanna ‘run my town’? Get a number in the marathon

From now on

I swear that I'm ‘wearin bombs’

And I'ma ‘blow’ on any motherfucka tellin me to “pay to play”

When my budget is none - why the fuck you think I'm back to sellin drugs and bud - huh

Cuz’ ‘Love’ won't pay to drop a rhyme in the Club

When my pen run outta ink I'ma sign that shit in bloood

Motherfucker