[Chorus: Wildcard]

I got a story to tell and it's gory as hell just listen to what I do to get by

I'm from the heart of The Yard and I'm dark and bizarre, and you motherfuckers wonder why I get high

But your fate is gonna seal

You say you keep it real

And you don't wanna feel but you must try (must try)

Now the devil had a deal

Someone grab the wheel, drama coming down the hill like a mudslide

[Verse 1: Dead Poet]

I'm relentless in my struggle and been devastated by pain (pain)

Fuck walking across water dawg, I levitate in the rain (rain)

I smoke blunts by the dozen

The weed resinate in my brain (brain)

Coke pouring out my pores and got my gеneration to blame

I'm twenty-fivе now

Why the fuck am I still doing yay?

Got hypocritical critics all in my ear, but homie who are they?

Fuck 'em and feed 'em cold sardines like my homie Newie say

Getting white powder thrown in my face like Frank Dux in a kumite

I was taught that life is just a part of dying

I'm trapped inside this dark asylum mastering the art of rhyming

Me be the loca

Coke and en panocha

Acapulco G.O.G.A. Poet comatose I'm older

Getting high every day

Ain't no reason for you to panic

I substitute my drugs like switching seats in the Titanic

And I'm sick of hearing Phil talk that drunk and sober shit

Probably murder Wildcard before it's fucking over with

[Verse 2: Wildcard]

What!

Murder me, you better get in fucking line

I'm purposefully versing these words to curse your troubled mind

Don't try and paint the twisted picture that I ever tried to tell you what to do with your life dawg

That's up to you

While you sedate with pills and home-grown doja

I faced what I feel in my life stone cold sober

So no-one can tell me I'm any less of a soldier

A cobra who daily has battled ghosts and vultures yo

You don't think I wanna let loose and quit

Use my dick and spewge on the hugest tits of some boujee bitch

Loosen lips

Smoke a blunt with a congruent split

Slewing who I'm viewed and with a fugitive whose fuse is lit

I'm living proof that I'm improving with the truth a bit

And usually maneuvering I ooze with views that you resist

Look how useless your excuses get

Something smelling fishy like a bitch who has no idea what douching is

I'm fusing this music with loops and it's lucrative

Beauty is my duty and you can just maybe sit and brood on this

Used to abuse why you cruise and shoot with a luger quit

I spewed a blazing fire that the tube of a bazooka spits

This ain't no movie script so move or get excluded quick

I use this shit to back off bloodsuckers like it's a crucifix

I don't know who's in your head, but I ain't new to this

So focus and let's take this road over homie I'm through with this

[Chorus: Wildcard]

I got a story to tell and it's gory as hell just listen to what I do to get by

I'm from the heart of The Yard and I'm dark and bizarre, and you motherfuckers wonder why I get high

But your fate is gonna seal

You say you keep it real

And you don't wanna feel but you must try (must try)

Now the devil had a deal

Someone grab the wheel, drama coming down the hill like a mudslide

[Verse 3: Dead Poet]

Hey yo, I came in this bitch, pants sagging

Carhartts and a black jacket

Dark heart like a black dragon

Card shark and a tramp magnet (hey)

A hopeless dope fiend and dopeless hope fiend

On a rollercoaster ride snorting coke and codeine

My broken soul screams

Bloody murder menstruates in

Fuck whoever separates the résumés at heavens gates

A selfish fiend, that'll melt a bitches self esteem

Fuck rapping, I should give seminars on selling dreams

Candy flipping, randy women, randomly have panties dripping

Acid tripping, looking like a mannequin that's panic stricken

A bad seed, and black sheep who bag weed

And word the fuck up to G-Reg and Brad Dees

Yo I'mma cursed and vile person

Who's versatile with verses in the bathroom with a bag whore

Servicing her cervix

Melting on this molly

I heard a voice and it spoke

"Fuck weed, I'd rather roll in smoke, poison, and soak"

Yo

[Verse 4: Wildcard]

I ain't your parents or your girl

I'm your partner in rhyme

This dope is slowing you down

This type of dark, you can't shine

I'm trynna find a way to say it from the heart, not the mind

You gotta question, dope

Just makes the answers harder to find

And not too much is fatal about being a pothead

But this coke and methamphetamine gon' make yo ass drop dead

So when you 'bout to get high, think of feeling

Imagine me standing by you telling you "put back the pills in the cabinet"

Have it your way

Now the devil came to eat your heart out

And left you overdosed on coke, you need C.P.R. now

Them angel voices in the back run, ain't just part of the beat

They're Gods, angels screaming at you cause you caught your defeat

I'm feeling crazy as a twackdad

Emaciated bitches

And refuse to be another fucking negative statistic

Don't risk it

You word to the car I used to sleep in

This drug world has only got a deep end

Your friend, Phil

[Chorus: Wildcard]

I got a story to tell and it's gory as hell just listen to what I do to get by

I'm from the heart of The Yard and I'm dark and bizarre, and you motherfuckers wonder why I get high

But your fate is gonna seal

You say you keep it real

And you don't wanna feel but you must try (must try)

Now the devil had a deal

Someone grab the wheel, drama coming down the hill like a mudslide