I don't know what year I got sick

Smoke I'm blowing cause I'm feeling nauseous

All these bitches round here are toxic

Running out of options, I'm running out of options

I don't know how to stop this, I don't know how to stop this

I don't know how to stop this

Running out of options, I'm running out of options

I can't quit, this is ritualistic

Habitual offender, I'm addicted, ugh

Rapping on the mic since a jit kid

Real recognize real, trying to stay legit in this business

Thirty-three, still nobody heard of me

That's fine, I ain't lying when I say "I do believe"

I'ma make it up from the bottom, raising up and then I shot 'em

Snakes all around me, I am waking up and learned to spot 'em

I don't know why, I can't get off this ride

Hate on me but I'll survive, middle fingers raised up high

I don't know what year I got sick

Smoke I'm blowing cause I'm feeling nauseous

All these bitches round here are toxic

Running out of options, I'm running out of options

I don't know how to stop this, I don't know how to stop this

I don't know how to stop this

Running out of options, I'm running out of options

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

The clock don't stop, don't stop, don't stop

I'ma rock, punk, rock, hip hop

I'd rather have one real fan than a thousand bots, fuck TikTok

I don't care if you're not feeling me, it's time for some humility

Still agility the skill in me, you fuckin' with a killa bee

Paint brush like an artist, ya'll just copy what sells, man that shit retarded

I don't know why, I can't get off this ride

Hate on me but I'll survive, middle fingers raised up high