[Hook]

Young and wack with no funds intact

Used to fumble packs but I’m done with that

Troubled past, no hunger passes

Always something to grumble at

People put the pressure on pack to come back

But turn a blind eye to the man whose blood ran

People put the pressure on pack to come back

But turn a blind eye to the man whose blood ran, uh

[Verse 1]

Always tryna get the next fix quick

Imagine trying just to end up on death's hit-list

The first punch hurts but the worst comes second

Rehearse my words for this curse I’m rеpping

The hearse on rеst and reverse my test

And I’ve learned my lesson

Burn my blessings, uh

Whatever hurts time settles

It only took five medals to figure out she loves me not

She can find better, uh

A sign of blind terror that I might lend her

The time bender, huh

I should wreck the sign

Before I pick the packet up and left her dad behind

You can find me where distraction lies

Never really had a plan devised

So I’m rapping just to pass the time

But now I’ve found a vine so I’m bound to fly

You follow sheep but I’m counting mine

In a hollow sleep but we’re bound with time

And when it’s nine, I’m going mountain high

So no stress on my mind when the bounty’s high

No stress on my mind when the bounty’s high

[Bridge]

Many’s interest weighing heavy on my shoulders

I panic and I pray that I’ll notice

Thought the pain would go if I wrote it

But my heart is still corrupted as the POTUS

So soft spoken

Doors stay closing

Pray I don’t fall into more ways chosen

Doors stay closing

Pray I don’t fall, and I’m always chosen

[Hook]

Young and wack with no funds intact

Used to fumble packs but I’m done with that

Troubled past, no hunger passes

Always something to grumble at

People put the pressure on pack to come back

People put the pressure on pack to come back

People put the pressure on pack to come back

[Verse 2]

Agh

You gotta get it however you must

Whether you’re ready to bust

Or spit until you’re red in the lungs

Never singing with a threat in your tongue

Easy for dead or up in QB, you expecting to come

Look at these people using pressure as a weapon to run

From whatever the reflection says is never enough

I remember when the chemicals [?]

They were messing with funds, uh

Rejecting the son’s I wish I kept in the sonnet

But now I’m scorching microphones like they slept in the sun

Put my head to the drums, as I wrestle with drama

Give my respect to the God

Never let the rest of them numb

Or you’re proud of the best that I’ve done for the breast of my mom

The way I speak on heaven like I’ve been before

But trust I’ve seen the Lord and know they needed more than what they fiending for, uh

But breathing in mics for me is natural as putting feet to floor

Survived in a cold home, [?] were [?]

Wish I told my dad, don’t smoke

But I found a vibe so I’m bound to fly

Still no stress on my mind where the bounty’s high

Take care… everything

[Hook]

Young and wack with no funds intact

Used to fumble packs but I’m done with that

Troubled past, no hunger passes

Always something to grumble at

People put the pressure on pack to come back

People put the pressure on pack and his blood ran

People put the pressure on pack and his blood ran

We’ll see him soon, just wait for the man to come back, uh

Goodbye