Hold up, let me do my thing
I got the world on my shoulders next to my chains. Yeah,
I'm back doin' damage with the pen I'm an
animal, I've had it with these rappers and their trends
I might have to put an end to it
Decapitate their legs so they can't
reach the mic They ain't standin' up again
A lot of long nights but I'm short-temperedI can't trust nobody,
so I'm self-centered You can all get the L like the twelfth letter Of
the alphabet,
I'll be sellin' out Bell Center's Man,
the fame is a bitch, I'm addicted to it
But I don't really talk about it in my music I'm battlin' these
demons, I'm gettin through it Gotta get a 2 6 to get influence What a
shame but I'm still so blessed Light a backwood till I feel no stress
Yeah, I did some remixes and I got some clout But my family and my
girl what it's all about I really do
it for a reason, so fuck these dudes
Real shit, I'm not the one you wanna run into Look,
I'm the definition of what hard work is I'm gettin fed up,
put them all on all my kids You need the recognition but it's
not worth it To beef with me cause I'm the wrong person, I swear
I can't get to sleep cause I've been talkin' to my demons
I said "Please give me a reason to kill on" They
said "Do what makes you happy" So I lit another backwood
I can hear the voices laugh as I kill on
That's why I don't say much nowadays
I look around and I see no one I can trust nowadays So I don't
say much nowadays I look around and I see no one I can trust nowadays
Everybody got their hand in my pockets
You were never with me back then,
stop it I just wanna eat like Action Bronson
They used to hate on me, now they are at my concert Goddamn,
that man's a monster Why these rappers lookin' like a pack of
starburst? Someone tell Luke that I am his
father There's snakes in the grass big as anacondas
I'm on the edge tryin' not to fall
I put the metal to your ear like you got a call I tried to tell 'em
that they never shoulda got involved You wanna learn to walk with us
then you gotta crawl,
yah Everybody switch up like it's seasons All of y'all can get
fucked, I don't need ya Pour some Henny in my cup, now I'm geekin'
Make some racks on the beat, I'm beastin'
I ain't in it for the wack apologies
Or the animosity, or the fans acknowledgment
I'm too busy tryin' to handle all of this
Cause I got a strange feeling that there's cameras watchin' me
This anxiety is givin' me the goosebumps
Lately I don't really give two fucks
To be honest, even one for that matter
Fuck it all
Man, I'm done
I can't stand it
I can't get to sleep cause I've been talkin' to my demons
I said "Please give me a reason to kill on"
They said "Do what makes you happy"
So I lit another backwood
I can hear the voices laugh as I kill on
That's why I don't say much nowadays
I look around and I see no one I can trust nowadays
So I don't say much nowadays
I look around and I see no one I can trust nowadays
