Sent ya b**** a d*** pic and now she need glasses
Turn your b**** Slick Rick right now if I flashed it
Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic
Flicking bogey ashes b**** I stay blasted
Microphone Cassius, magic with the sick s***
'posed to been dead but b**** I'm still up in this b****
Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion
f***** a pregnant b****, save money on her abortion
I feel like Billy Corgan in a church playing organ
Covering Too Short, smoking a Newport
Hurt hope the drugs will help the pain to go away
But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray
Step inside a mind that revolves around the rhyme
And every time he close his eyes see visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something
Don't know her name but the paramedics chest pumping
30 something black male OD'ed off of pills
That he wasn't prescribed but they took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn't really even know him
Cause her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off them poems
But it was a long journey on a rocky road
Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow
Walking in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey that was just a couple years ago
Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net
And n***** tried to front like it wasn't all that
But guess what b**** I'm coming back
Guess what b**** I'm coming back
Signed to Fool's Gold and everything's all gnarly
b****** want my number just to get up in party
Came along way from extension cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo
Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off
Every winter so cold n***** sleeping wearing scarves
But I would always tell myself that it's gone get better
You know who you is, you the greatest rapper ever
So now the pressures on 'em to prove that voice right
Some people never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up fixing up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I just always knew how
So ever since 8 I knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like what you gone do now
And now a n**** 30 I don't you heard me
So the last ten years I been so f****** stressed
Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD'ing next, Triple X
Turn your b**** Slick Rick right now if I flashed it
Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic
Flicking bogey ashes b**** I stay blasted
Microphone Cassius, magic with the sick s***
'posed to been dead but b**** I'm still up in this b****
Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion
f***** a pregnant b****, save money on her abortion
I feel like Billy Corgan in a church playing organ
Covering Too Short, smoking a Newport
Hurt hope the drugs will help the pain to go away
But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray
Step inside a mind that revolves around the rhyme
And every time he close his eyes see visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something
Don't know her name but the paramedics chest pumping
30 something black male OD'ed off of pills
That he wasn't prescribed but they took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn't really even know him
Cause her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off them poems
But it was a long journey on a rocky road
Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow
Walking in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey that was just a couple years ago
Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net
And n***** tried to front like it wasn't all that
But guess what b**** I'm coming back
Guess what b**** I'm coming back
Signed to Fool's Gold and everything's all gnarly
b****** want my number just to get up in party
Came along way from extension cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo
Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off
Every winter so cold n***** sleeping wearing scarves
But I would always tell myself that it's gone get better
You know who you is, you the greatest rapper ever
So now the pressures on 'em to prove that voice right
Some people never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up fixing up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I just always knew how
So ever since 8 I knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like what you gone do now
And now a n**** 30 I don't you heard me
So the last ten years I been so f****** stressed
Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD'ing next, Triple X