Depression's a hell of a bitch
I almost lost myself up in the bottle like a toy ship
Police and them prosecutors posted pretty petty
sticking niggas like some problemed shooters
Barely 3/5's, still kill a fifth and think about the shit I walk with, yea
Still that fire walk with me,
It's like my whole city Bob and im just tryna dodge his grip
It's funny how ya'll really live the opposite,
live the life of leisure, we just want some peace or....
....a blunt....or a 40...or some acres with a house and story.
(Here I go again)
Goofy niggas get left frigid
I rap it cause I did it
You just shaking it for some digits
Shoulder boulder heavy from them chips,
growing up mixed and never fitting into shit
half these niggas ain't artists,
there's lies in ya speech
there's bullshit in ya teeth!
I make all the greats feel dead,
shoutout Jerr Garcia, I got some tie-dye in my t-shirt
Tell shorty holla back
I'm in my bag, boy I feel like the fucking map