Life get bumpy like them Bissonnet roads

Had to learn not to fuck with them Bissonnet hoes

My whole life is a fork in a road

Don’t tell me how to chew

You been spoon fed from the go

I'm too ahead if I go, 1 year back

I'm still 5x ahead where your crew is hoping to rome

I been scoping at Rome

Or maybe even Sicily

They don’t know it yet but they goin' love me out in Italy

Don’t ever dare pity me, But I been put through shit

Sleeping in the gutters

Phone calls from my mother

Asking when she goin see me

It’s been weeks and all she do is wonder

If ima make it out where I’m at

I tell her I been stuck it’s no wonder I'm feeling stagnant

Walk around with this backpack

Filled with scraps of rhymes

Just wrote another 16 that ima scrap cus I

Just don’t see it panning out and in time

I’m feeling like fuck

I might as well give it up

But this music got me feenin' like an addict

You don't even know how it feel to go through withdrawals of not rapping

I spent my whole life writing out my story hoping it’s goin' reach the masses

And I been sleeping in a coffin

Cus I’m at the point where I ain’t catching no Z’s

Until I make it overseas

And if I don’t then God help me please

Cus ima die 'bout this grind

No week in me

No 24/5, Really 24/ 7

My only day off comes when my arms folded on top of my chest

And my soul in heaven

I can’t let another moment pass by

Where I'm not hustling till I die

My angst to be Top 5 dead or alive compulsive

I swear I’m stuck in over drive

I broke the clutch, the throttle

The moment I fold I done let down myself

My people but mostly

Allah Subhannau wa ta’ ala

He told me send a message to the world

And voila like magic

The changes I done made

I swear this music my only chance to save the world from flames

And so I keep one eye on all that’s burning

While the other eye on this Newport that’s irking

Me to light it

A master of self destruction

I can’t let Nathalia in and

All she wanna do is catapult me

And all I wanna do is put a halt to my thoughts

Lock away and put my heart in a box

I been fucked over

So much I just use it as another chance to not be sober

Tryna kick this addiction of chain smoking these ciggys to filters

And kick this addiction of speaking my mind when I shoulda just zipped it

I came from flippin' these zips and hittin' licks

To where I’m at in this instant

And that’s broke as fuck

I ain’t a killer but I swear you better shut the fuck up

Cus lately I been so stressed

I swear that I can feel it in my chest for me to finally lose the pain

I fade away so you can't reach me through a call or even text

I’m Gone Again