I get mad then I blackout
Everything owned is blacked out
Ain't no game better back out
I stand up never sat down
I gotta crazy background
I grew up in a trap house
Couple of dealers and couple killers
Trynna avoid them a pat down
Pushing their weight on the block, police had raided the spot, someone had talked
What was his name I forgot, once that I know it's on lock, send me the drop
Even his bitch is a snitch, fuck it they both can get hit, lay in a ditch
Fuck do I look like a simp, I don't got time for bitch, fuck off my dick
If you live in hood then you know that it's facts that EBT shopping a currency
Selling food stamps when your low on ya bread man that type of hustle encouraged me
Grinding so hard and I'm getting my bread up I need to make sure that they heard of me
Scary part is the uncertainty
9-1-1 what's your emergency
Yea I got the urge and I'm ready purge
And I want them to learn what it feels like to hurt
And I'm taking my burdens and letting them burn
And I'm stacking these verses like a preaching a sermon
People are fake they are just snakes
Even the Devil's a serpent
I look at Eve she was deceived
Everything after that worsened
See what I deal wit people are killing
Stacking up bodies in hearses
I am the prophet I cannot stop it
I just keep writing in cursive
I just keep writing and writing and writing
I am unsure because I'm indecisive
Holding this mic like it is a triton
I am a god I feel like Poseidon
I do what I gotta so I can get dollars
You getting nada so stop all the holla
Came from the bottom, where people get shot up
Fake ass personas, that should be forgotten
Feels like I gotta make it right now
Talking that shit then you better pipe down
I stand up I shine like a lighthouse
Up all night working like a night owl
Plus I'm up all day, and I don't play, so out my way
I don't take a break, I break your face, I'm not afraid
I'm killin this feelin, I deal wit, I'm healing
I'm meaning I'm beating my demons they're leaving
I'm seeing they're weakened, and speaking of demon
I'm heated I'm beating the Devil he meddled
In my life way too much
Making me feel I'm not enough
Going to school ain't had no lunch
I swear this shit ain't adding up
I got to get my shit together
How I'm living had me fed up
I knew that I could do better
I keep going I don't let up
Was making some plays so I can make money
But you cannot play me cause I ain't a dummy
If you wasn't there then you ain't a buddy
I murdered the beat now my hoodie is bloody
Wasn't that long I was broke as joke
People got booked for the guns they would tote
There was a scene you can tell by the smoke
The gun was a pen it was murder he wrote
I get mad then I blackout
Everything owned is blacked out
Ain't no game better back out
I stand up never sat down
I gotta crazy background
I grew up in a trap house
Couple of dealers and couple killers
Trynna avoid them a pat down