Hold up, where exactly do you come from?

Does it even fucking matter

We all climbing up the latter

We all got our own fears

What exactly do you run from

The thought of being a failure

My nightmares couldn’t prepare me

Play nights like an Owl

See the moon and I howl

Throw my own heart

Before I ever throw a towel

Kendall Fiyah roll a blunt

It is probably some sour

And I said I’d never run

But I might just now

Where my mind go to

When nobody not around

I severe myself from regular

My conscience in a nebula

I might just be the writer

And the editor

A million miles ahead of ya

Where you stay?

Where you stay?

A million miles a head of ya

Where you stay?

Where you stay?

Just braces yoself for the motherfuckin bullet

Train ride the tracks in a black ass hoodie

Respect the kid like Cudi

The shit in my cup ain’t muddy

And my sun roof down anytime it’s sunny

Been in my bag since my nose was runny

You should know this dummy

Look Grim no Billy

Cause a mother fucking Riot

Super Bowl in Philly

If you want that shit to end you gone have the fucking kill me

Where you stay?

Where you stay?

The writer and the editor

A million miles ahead of ya

Where you stay?

Where you stay?

I couldn’t tell you what it is

I can’t decide when it comes to this shit

I waste my time trying to make a fucking

Flip

I waste my time trying to make a fucking hit

I couldn’t tell you what it is

I’m hard to find when it comes to this shit

All wrapped up in where I once I been

Couldn’t even tell where you the fuck my mind is

Where you stay?

Where you stay?

Where you stay?

Where you stay?