[Verse 1: Louie Pastel]

I made it here with endurance

Nicotine with no insurance

I'm mixin' molly and liquor for social events

It's the only way through it

I overthink, it's a hobby

I never learned how to copy

Being yourself isn't all that you thought

Niggas gon' still put yo' ass in a box

What the fuck, rap? They love singin' and croonin'

Most of these hoes is just rapping and moonin'

Way that we rockin', we had to confuse 'em

DBZ, look at the way that we fusin'

Rap with the rock, this the fuck how you do it

Pussy ass nigga, you goin' out stupid

We goin' up and I know that you hate it

After this year, don't you ever debate it, bitch

Mama just saw me on stage

Doin' my dance and shе love it

Father been poppin' that Oxy' for pain

He tryna fix shit 'forе it's over

My heart is really in London

I went back home to a woman who needed me

Just to tell her that it's over

I never had this attention

I had to still get adjusted

Used to get jackets from Justin

Used to be dirty and dusty

Shawty 5'1" and she busty

Shawty 5'1" and she fussy

My children around, so no cussing

I'm in the cut where it's pussing

[Verse 2: Kenny Mason]

Lighten up the mood, the incense

I can see the moon in the distance

I gave niggas art with the first tape

But I was missin' out on money makin' real shit (Real shit)

New niggas said they want the old Ken

The Ken that they don't spin?

Went to war with a star 'cause a nigga tried to clone Ken

Came up with the style, niggas say I tried to clone them? Cool

When yo' check hit, we both split it

A lot of y'all critics just some gold diggers

How can I respect any opinion

When I see you give respect to some ho niggas?

I wrestled with the industry and folded it

Into figure four, now I'm a known figure

Shawty got a figure like 'Yoncé from Goldmember

Her goals aligned with these gold dentures

Too hood for the art shit

Too smart for the hard shit

Too depressed to be a narcissist

I just know my shit better than y'all shit

They gon' try to say a nigga "rock-rap," like it's not rap

Guess that mean it don't count when they get out-rapped

Sayin', "It ain't rock" on a rock track

Guessin' when you Black, it's all trap

I was tryna solve all the family shit

Same time, gettin' robbed by my management

Same time, arguin' with shawty, gettin' mad and shit

Drinkin' all the time, tryna handle it

No more rappin' 'bout the shit that I done been through

'Cause when I run into a fan, I feel seen through

Feel like it gotta die to get the love like I need to

Can't miss someone 'til they leave you

R.I.P. Peep, R.I.P. Juice

R.I.P sleep, I'm tryna see it through

Workin' on the tape, gotta see it through

Niggas finishing the album, gotta see it through

R.I.P. Lito, R.I.P. Phew

Please watch over yo' dad 'cause he need you

Wish I could do it but I can't, gotta see it through

Niggas finishing the tape, gotta see it through

[Verse 3: Felix]

Yo, there's a tumor in my gums

With my sister at the dentist just to see if he could drain it out

I still gotta go back to get it taken out

I think he was saying something 'bout root canals?

I don't know why it hasn't given me trouble yet

Maybe 'cause of how often a nigga spittin' now

Hopefully by the time you hear this, it's taken out

But anyway, it's more important shit to frown about

I got a sister who illness stressin' my mama out

And I still gotta hear the bullshit y'all talk about

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, uh-huh, mm-hmm, okay

It sound dumb, but I'ma let you do it anyway

You hard-headed, need to learn from falling on your face

"Mo' money, mo' problems," well, if that's the case

I'm gettin' bank, more notes than a opera house

What you think that say about the state my mind in now?

I could always say that I tried

You would claim it wasn't my best

I could spend my whole life on this shit

And I still wouldn't feel in debt

Don't forget, when I'm on the mic, yeah, it's war in my pen

Food for thought, here's somethin' more to digest

For desert, they might let that eagle soar from the nest