[Intro]

Tryl

Yo, yo, yo

Check it yeah

[Verse 1]

You can find me in my room saying mantra

With a kidnapped bitch I'm holding ransom

Better watch out she smoking ganja

But me I find I can still not fathom

Wait turn this back up this my anthem

I never would have said get back then

If only I'd a known you were with them

My wack ass would'a never said I'm Rapman

Na-na-na-na-na-na

I'm in a mansion

With your girl going tandem

This shit is not random- ha

I don't even know what I'm saying

I'm going off the chain call me Tatum

Get it? Channing Tatum? fuck

[Hook 1]

This is for my homies who skate

My A1 homies everyday

This is for homies who ain't got a job

But who getting payed, hey

[Verse 2]

I know a couple drug dealers

And a couple of thugs

A couple gang bangers

Who be selling it up

I know a lot of chumps

Who let the pistol erupt

Shots fired in the air and for what?

I know em'

But you know what they say

It takes 1 to know 1

So hey hey hey

Guess if all else fails

I got ways to get paid

Hey without education huh?

You hear me run

On almost every track yeah

Talk about a hun

On almost every track

I'm just having fun

Before I relapse

Pop a pill a Xanax

In the moment that the track skips a beat

And you realize that I'm back, oh crap

[Hook 2]

This is for my homies who party

My homies who be saying shit like gnarley

The homies who be bringing in the babes

The babes who be looking like Barbie

Yeah let's get real for a minute now

Break it down

[Verse 3]

On one hand

I got poems I wrote you

A couple little raps because I thought that I loved you

I loved you

Harder then my fucking cock gets

When you jerk it and you tell me it's so cool

That you like how I rebel

Going out whenever staying out till you can't tell

What day it is

6 in the morning with you

Got kicked out my house for you

Then how do you repay me

Bitching at me everyday saying you played me

That you never felt it and you hate me like daily

*Reversed* better check herself soon cause I'm crazy

That bitch better step the fuck down yeah just maybe

It's in her best interest to drop dead

I'm past this- fun

Ain't that what you had?

You ain't have fun in a while

You run from your problems

Why not sip it back like some coke with some rum

Yeah I think that I'm done

Go kill yourself bitch and some

You had your meds today?

Little suicidal with anxiety, fuck

Don't get me wrong I'm not hateful

I'm not a bad guy

Girl I'm just getting equal

You're so manipulative

And you lie like it's your day job

Your night job is sucking off ur dad

Or get punched in your damn jaw

Fuck y'all yo I ain't even playing

Look at all this bullshit you created

All the time that you wasted

Sitting there wasted

Not even caring what I'm saying

Like I was sitting there playing

Yeah these rhymes are just flaming

Fuck cut it