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[Intro: Caleborate]

Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Caleborate]

I could feel the sin in my lungs, the magic in my skin

The weight on my heart, the flame on my pen

The chip on my shoulder that's stackin' on ten

The blunt in my hand helpin' me run from my friends

Oh, you got a problem? That shit happens often

Shouldering that, tryna chase my dreams, it's so exhausting

Then I got haters actin' like there ain't shit in they closet

Well since we here talkin', I'ma empty mine out

Let's visit my house, no words really spoke

Just me and auntie workin' to dig ourselves outta holes

I wake up every day and roll what I got left

And if I'm all out, I know there's some on her shelf

I know that's fuckin' low, but fuckin' low is where I'm dwellin'

I gotta make it now, 'cause if I don't, there's no tellin'

I was twenty-four and still sleepin' on floors

Sneakin' girls in, still peekin' through doors

They say I'm slated to make it, that's not on this bank statement

But I never even hear them, real men stay patient