SCL Outro

Yo Rick

You're living a dream and I don't mean that nicely

Reality check and I don't need that Nike

It's been a cold summer winter bout to get icy

I hit the leaves and I fall

Spring up tall when I ball

Or drown drunk in my own sorrow

Broke as fuck but too much pride to just go borrow

Press my luck

Pound the trunk till it go viral

I've had enough of conflict in my own spiral

Speaking a spiral my notebook full of

Trauma, drama, papa and mama

Poppin commas till I'm Dolly Lama

Singing la-di-da-da

Till I'm a papa

Slangin show, selling out merch at the popup

Cooking up the product

Gucci Louis Prada

A prodigy, mobbing deep with my posse

Since I was three, knew I live the world how I see

My life like an RPG, I pick and choose who the fuck I wanna be