Gentrifiers got the turf getting hacked up
Late nights thinking 'bout who lied to me first
Gravey- ooh, run me back, run me back
Detroit make some noise for human error
Sidney Phillips really got no drip
My Chemical Romance tee, Nike shorts and 90's bitch
And on the search for some dumpers
Mission round for more drugs in the Tommy Jumper
'Cause I'm just a fresh kinda adlay
In the same shorts that I bought in year 9 mate
In the same Nike's that I worn since I was inenay
Sidney how you doin' cunt, yeah I'm doin' inefay
Self harm urges every night brah
And I'm this close to just grabbin' the knife brah
How I deal with so much boredom?
How I'm 'sposed to do the drugs when I can't even afford them?
Feeling superior in my Inferior tee
Feel inferior when I look in the mirror and see me
Feeling goated when I'm with the brodies
Got the knife and the bud in my totie
Don't got my licence, I ghostride
Picture me in the VE Commy but I don't drive
And I don't speak English it's all Atinlay
Me and stealthyn00b beamin' off the tabs everyday
And in 2022 I'm not taking shit
Hopping on the track with the dopest of all cadences
Don't got no acquaintances
Don't wait for the bag 'cause I'm way too impatient, bitch
It's many cunts wanna end me
2023 Same cunts wanna fuckin' friend me
Because they all know that Sidney too stealthy
Punching darts all day 'cause I'm staying unhealthy
Talkin' to Dan on the phone
Chillin' it wit' Bood, freestyle off the fucking dome
My bro Lime said "Sid, pack me a cone"
I'ma be stoned until I fucking get home
What you doing in the underworld, Taylor?
Well, this here ain't Taylor. Taylor been shot.
This man here is Chris. He been resurrected
You lame Taylor?
Am I what?
Are you lame or something?
Go ahead on, man, smoke it
This shit's in the wind troop, rah