[Produced by Boi Yanel]

[Verse]

Traumatic flows

This is something to contemplate where you at at home

This the shit that make bitches recant their louder tone

I tried to balance myself, we’ll see how that’ll go

Evil twin in my ganglion

Fightin’ the impulse to kill again, nothing left to lose but wins

Sufferin’ was my greatest sin

I was a kid when I did a bid, made my bed and laid again

My baddest bitch had the name of a city

She was way more than a titty, goddamn she was pretty

Cocaine took her soul away

I almost did the same, but prefer the drink

Bouncin’ back with a new step, feelin’ opaque

They say the new money’s good, but I miss the old pay

You finally got an upgrade from that minimum wage

But you still flippin’ burgers, so what is the change?

I’m stuck in this game, but still escape through the melodies

It’s unsettling how you niggas settling

And you saying you my rival is embarrassing

You couldn’t beat me on a beat wit’ a better beat

You couldn’t reach me wit’ a reach, I’m underground king

You couldn’t make anything that’s astounding

Soon as I pop a couple of them round things

Ima need y’all to get the fuck from ‘round me

This the better thing, new edition, why you still listenin’?

You rollin’ with a bunch of snakes, gigglin’ and hissin’

I make the machine roar like it’s ignition

The belly of the beast where I fitted my kitchen

And I don’t even need to be fucking these bitches

Last time I had sex, it was straight masturbation

Not to say I didn’t fuck myself in different positions

Goddamn, you know what I’m saying

Reach into the depths of hell, then my head swells

Then drain everything for a book on a shelf

I daydream daily ‘bout makin’ some wealth

It gave me peace of mind, so it’s good for my health

My flesh unholy, I’m cold but never lonely

A hockey player goalie

I don’t give a puck if you niggas think you know me

Your character sucks, I don’t wanna be your homie

But that’s another story