Swear that I’m tired, tired of dealing with stresses-

I don’t acknowledge my exes, only my current successes, and every late studio session, that’s led to progression-

On melodies, looming my presence, like who wouldn’t guessed it, I’m oozing out recklessness, proof that I represent , gruesome, inducing a slew of New Testaments, karmas a ruthless impressionist-

Bitch you been whooping and hollering, henny in a bottle, when I’m chugging and I wollow til I’m getting to the bottom-

Of every problem, I ever had, see me on narcotics-

With a pen and pad, in the lab, really I’m neurotic-

Isn’t it ironic, …. Ive been doing the math-

If it ain’t adding up, imma make aluminum flash-

I got a spotlight, that’s on me, assuming I’m glad-

To get a price to perform, like I’m losing a bag-

I’m getting twice what I would, then when moving a pack-

They want me back in That spot, just to point out and laugh-

At every failure, I ain’t wanna to be the one tell ya-

But yall should get familiar, cuz I ain’t gone back-

To that lifestyle, yall should learn to put the fucking pipe down-

I can tell ya tweeked by the way you arch Eyebrows-

Shit, I been caught up in the mix since a tike with a kick stand bike, it ain’t right but it’s right now-

Mention it all in my face, til you put food on my plate, sorry I cannot relate to that shit that you say cuz- I’ve been down this road before-

Y’all gotta cut me a break, y’all gonna drive me to drink, y’all ain’t done time clink, and it shows im just saying that- I’ve been down this road before

I’m coming up from my downs, I got my head in The clouds, easy to see you don’t want me around but believe me that- I’ve been down this road before-

Y’all hearing how that shit sounds, when it comes out of your mouth, I know ya love throwing bullshit around but I’m telling ya- I’ve been down this road before-

It’s kind of embarrassing, I be relishing this moment of clarity- carefully,

Shits a rarity On top of disparaging thoughts, what you thought, that I’m not, and I’m parroting-

Talking points, to get some shock popularity-

Stop with comparing me, … how you could you not think I’m hot, I got, drop after drop after drop an apparently, like it it or not my prosperity-

Hiking a lot, imma drive the whip right off the lot, without tags and in spite of the cops-

Imma throw up the dash, like I’m sick on a yacht-

Got a whoa! In the stash, but I’m sparing the oops-

Cuz no weapon formed, could ever warn you to stop-

I got heads to mourn, and that’s more often than not -

I get hella floored then put my heart on the spot-

It’s forever torn, and got these arteries locked-

Mention it all in my face, til you put food on my plate, sorry I cannot relate to that shit that you say cuz- I’ve been down this road before-

Y’all gotta cut me a break, y’all gonna drive me to drink, y’all ain’t done time clink, and it shows im just saying that- I’ve been down this road before

I’m coming up from my downs, I got my head in The clouds, easy to see you don’t want me around but believe me that- I’ve been down this road before-

Y’all hearing how that shit sounds, when it comes out of your mouth, I know ya love throwing bullshit around but I’m telling ya- I’ve been down this road before-