[verso 1: kevin abstract]
I spit my heart out
Lookin' out for my best interests
He gave me good head
Peepin' out while the windows tinted
I speak in tongues
And I arrive without a damn mention
It's kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and
1999 The only year that I remember
I slip through the cracks
Without havin' a damn temper
I bleach my hair
Because these bitches all about they bitchin'
I say shit when I rap
And y'all niggas barely listen
I do the most for the culture
Nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets
'cause I'm ashamed of being a fuckin' simpson
I told my mom I was gay
Why the fuck she ain't listen?
I signed a pub deal
And her opinion fuckin' disappearin'
I'm payin' bills for my sister
And tryna fund her business
Is it homophobic to only hook up
With straight niggas?
You know like closet niggas, masc-type
Why don't you take that mask off?
That's the thought I had last night
"why you always rap about bein' gay? "
'cause not enough niggas rap and be gay
Where I come from
Niggas get called "faggot" and killed
So I'ma get head from a nigga right here
And they can come and cut my hand off and
And my legs off and
And I'ma still be a boss 'til my head gone
Yeah

[ponte: ameer vann]
Break the wheel, pack the steel
Hold my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup
'til I hear crackin' sounds
Break the wheel, pack the steel
Hold my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup
'til I hear crackin' sounds
Break, break, break the steel
Hold my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup
'til I hear crack, crack, crack
Break the wheel, pack the steel
Hold my niggas down
Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack

[verso 2: ameer vann]
I don't trust nobody
'cause they don't deserve it
Niggas run in your house
They know you doin' dirty (go 'head now)
I got my hand on an ounce
So now I got money servin'
I just bought me a fifth
And now I'm speedin', swervin' (go 'head now)
I took an eighth of them shrooms
And now I'm hearin' voices
I took like two of them pills
I can't remember nothing (go 'head now)
I ain't under control
I'm losin' motor function
I need an intervention
I need an exorcism
I need a therapist
Paranoia and drug addiction
It's very scary
My momma don't even recognize me
I'm goin' crazy
Don't need nobody to say they love me
My acts of desperation
I'm on an empty stomach
So fuck the consequences
I ain't runnin' from them

[verso 3: merlyn wood]
Feelin' like a goner, put my life in locker
Hotbox in the hummer, (merlyn, merlyn!)
Hot bars in the summer
If I had the option, I would do it all again
If I had the option, I would do it all again
I just wanna feel like I did the right program
I just want to appeal to my dad
And my cousins (again)
When I cut that feel
I do nothing but diplomas
Love is knowin'
That you didn't do it by your lonesome
So I forgive my mommy, daddy
Auntie and my uncles
For guilt-tripping feelings
Whenever they call my number
They see men dream, they see men fallin'
But when I dream, I'm smashing on a lana

[ponte: matt champion & joba]
Both pessimistic, drug addicted
Caught in our feelings
We spit venom then stare
At the ceiling wondering why
My mom's no alcoholic
She just wanna drown her sorrows
Love her to death and soon
Enough I'll give back all I borrowed
Both so submissive
Take turns dominating
The light has been faded
This hate-fueled love
We don't fake it, no givin', just takin'
I took some steps to be a bigger person
I should've thrown ya off the highway
To cars swerving

[verso 4: matt champion]
Ain't no burden, ain't no sermon
Ain't no motherfuckin' plaque
I hate these hospitals
And police and the smell of death, all that
I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike
But don't treat lady right
But they be sayin' like "just the tip"
And, yeah, you mad 'cause she ain't fuck
Mad 'cause she ain't suck
Beat your ass before you
Got time to say "why not? "
Here to catch ya slip up
Wish you could just rewind
Time to not fuck up
Thought you were just lucked up
Where the respect? is your ass human?
I look you in your eyes
Say "fuck you, are you fuckin' stupid? "
Respect my mother, 'spect my sister
'spect these women, boy
I get my 9-9, I don't own one
Hit the store to blow your brains off
Better hope my aim off
Better hope the range off
Better hope my tame off
Before I blow your brains off, boy

[outro: dom mclennon]
Uh, no hands with the stunts
Jump off the roof like I do what I want
All of my life in my past wanna haunt
And my sight of the future
Beginning to taunt my ambition
Man on the moon, I'm marooned
I ain't trippin'
I'm on a mission
Every time that I speak they ain't skippin'
Turned my inspiration to a vision
That's a given, no slippin'