Bummy man

Tucked a lantern

Lamping with my fam

Making cancer

To Karens

Tampering with parenting

Stomach had xannys packed

Back in the day

Ask me if I’m mad anymore

I say nah

I got enough tracks

To smoke and smile

Choking up the time while

I’m writing

The white boy

Insane when he’s mic gripping

I’m tripping?

Maybe

Baby I got a tab

And I’m slipping off this plane

I needed to stop

Before I copped

Another bowl to my face

I’m tracing my steps back

To consciousness

And I’m late

I hoped they kept the door

Open but the gate closed

I’m straight when I rose up

From it but

Somеthing stuck

To me

I realized that any givеn day

You can’t fuck with me

I don’t even tuck a semi

I just let you fucks resent me

While the bucks don’t reinvent me

I get plenty now

Many schumcks had fucked him over

But I stuck to my endeavor

I wrote the song “over”

Just for the pleasure

And expressing

Off my chest

Straight to these measures

What I’m feeling man

Name me the professor

I’m going up I got no ceiling

But the ledger

The hook

The end of the letter

The second look that you take

As you exit our center

In the belly of the beast

Like a deli he feasting

Ain’t like the telly

When you reach

But I’m ready to meet him

They sending me to his meeting

Beating my chest when I greet him

It stopped me dead in my schemes

When I heard the screams from my demons

(nonsense by a deadbeat dad)

In the belly of the beast

Like a deli he feasting

Ain’t like the telly

When you reach

But I’m ready to meet him

They sending me to his meeting

Beating my chest when I greet him

It stopped me dead in my schemes

When I heard the screams from my demons