They lookin’ at me and they sippin’ they tea all while I’m blackin’ out ![]() I got a 40 ounce in the back seat of an abandoned whipĪnd starin’ my life face to face in the mirror like “I’ve had it, b#tch!”Īin’t nobody finna catch me when I’m passin’ out No kinda real money, I’m on the corner with the Santa fit (Spare change?) I’ve come to terms that I will never drive no Phantom whip ![]() I wouldn’t be dead broke and out here smokin’ up these cancer sticks If I had a million dimes for every time I’ve been handed sh#t “You will never win the Grammy” and “industry they wanna ban me” sh#t My brain is really insane and that’s been ever since that birthīlood, no one understand, everybody wanna spam me with I get up in this booth so I can meditate this hurt I still ain’t where I’m supposed to, to levitate this Earth ![]() My brain, it must be sick, no medication worked Put me in the trunk and take me out to the sticks and dump me No room in the front seat, blood, who finna bump me? n#gg#, hell finna freeze over before you finna pump me They said I ain’t eat, missing a calling inside of me
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