[Verse:]

As the clock strikes 2 a.m

I stumble through the door

Moments later i look down

My stomach's splattered on the floor

All these outta pocket actions

Make me feel like Lamar Jackson

Living life up in the fast lane

Just pray it don’t end crashing

Cause papi been a problem

Since he popped up out the pussy

I promise I'm popping off

If you diss me or overlook me

You gon' end up missing

Like kids that be playing hookie

So don’t push me

Cause I’m little sick up in the head

And sometimes I wish I was dead

I’m bout to reach my breaking point

Like heavy handers using lead

My inner demons keep on screaming

Saying they ain't leaving

Until i finally feed them

I might just appease them

Just cause I'm so fucking fed up

With this bullshit

Take another shroom trip

Leave this reality

For a new one

That’s more lucid

Trip a couple hours

Trynna feed my hungry soul

I’m on a search for love

But all seem to find is hoes

The type that like to party

Especially where there's snow

They come out every weekend

Tweaking, hoping they get chose

But all I do is fuck them

And then kick em to door

That was kinda misogynistic

But that’s just the way it goes

Maybe they could be my side piece

But wifing them's a no

And they asking when they seeing me

It’s lookin kinda slow

I don’t got time to play

I’m too busy mastering flows

So if you really wanna see me

Buy some tickets to a show

Cause I'm back up in the lab spazzing

Crafting a classic

Back on my backpack shit

Back on my real rap shit

Cause this shit my passion

Yeah this shit my passion

Not just a quick cash in

Like for the rest of these trash men

And I promise I won’t stop

Until I rise to the top

I mean it's bound to happen

I’m the cream of the crop

So fuck with me now

And secure your spot

Cause in a lil while it’s

"wait who are you? i forgot"