I was talkin' bout makin' bands when I couldn't be the shit

Smokin' resin out the bowl, never stoppin', take a hit

Feelin' like the devil in me ever since a jit

Carry out a murder case, throw me in the pit

I ain't gonna talk bout no 5 damn figures

I been done with friends, I go and crop the picture

Go and start the timer, light up the fuckin' wicker

Recognize her frame like it's architecture

Such a sucker

Think I'm the shit, living up my best life

I can't see it anymore, yea, I don't get the hype

Contemplate if I should just put down the mic

But I could never, this music shit just my type

Smokin' Black 'n' Milds, playin' Black Ops 3

Stuck inside with baggy jeans and Pink Floyd tee

I'm sorry for the wait but this is how it be

Open that door, yea bitch, I got the key

Feel like Lil B, ay, I might be a god

Collateral your crew, yea, I get me a quad

AOL my life, yea, these dudes be my squad

Attract all of these bars like a lightning rod

I'm tired of all these fuckin' expectations

Virtue on my shoulder but I'm runnin' out of patience

If you got what I need, fuck, I'mma take it

Get a nice vacation on the beach, ay

Stay at the Ritz

Wrote a whole song bout not gettin' myself

Put them over me 'n' leave my ass on the shelf

Leave me in a cave on an island, Azelf

Only answer when you speak my name, by itself

This is not Redemption 2, this just real shit

Talkin' so much smack, p-p-pop you like a zit

Rappin' over this just be part of my kit

When Athena mentioned then you know it's gon' be lit