Body the Booth

Got the Goonz in this bitch, nigga Racking clothes from David Jones I cop a sesh, I take it home We was losing weight, then we moved away I took a break, can't wake alone She keep seeing me with strippers Offer them prescription pills I take alone She keep saying that she hate me Later in the day, she drunk and raid my phone She was with me through them darker days Narcan when I passed away I remember when you scarred my face Now you trying to forget me, discard my face I been sipping again trying to mask the pain Overdosing on pills, you can ask my mates I been writing this sh*t while I'm half awake Basket case, I thought I was past this stage I get sick of writing music 'cause the shit I spit so hard The fucking charts won't play it I get sick of fucking bitches tryna save me Now 'cause I know that they hearts gon' break Doing the same shit for years Played by a bitch who just played with my fears Faded alone, I've been faded for years I can't say it to her, but I'll say it on this Say it on tracks, she doesn't listen Blade in my back and they say that I'm fishing I'm caught on a hook and the bait was addiction I'm stuck and these motherfuckers never listen I don't give a fuck about nobody Been on my own since the day that I dropped from my mother I ain't seen fam in a minute, I'm missin' the Days on the block smoking rock with my brother I remember me and dad same pod, silver water some dumb shit Talkin' 'bout 20 years back, how it still hurt what my mum did Baby on the way, stressing 'bout it, I didn't wanna listen to that cunt spit And told me she was pregnant too And still left him in that same jail with the cut wrist Showed me the tat' with the scar through it Said he felt slack that I'm goin' through it Pointed the cell that he died in Said, "Go up not across if you try and do it" Real talk Sleeves to try to hide the cuts, I'm high as fuck I don't know why I try and write this stuff All my friends are dead like Uzi Vert I burnt them bridges down like Lucifer Maybe I'm cut 'cause I love her still, but I'm too stubborn So don't give a fuck that I'm losin' her Keep going back, that's confusing her But I just want us to go back in time We ain't never getting back what we used to have I put that shit in the back of my mind I hate sleepin' alone I should get back on the pipe Strippers I fuck try and act like my wife Do I have to remind these hoes never wanted me 'Til they seen stacks off of packets of ice I ain't falling in love with no stripper, fuck T-Pain I'm still racking T-shirts from DJ's Still making songs so you replay These days, peeps on the scene in they PJ's But how they gon' sleep on this though? Beast in the scene, I don't need to tip-toe Cats on the top try and link me now Because you see, I been creeping beneath your window I don't even think so Fuck the fame, I don't want the shit Cats on the scene all know my name Because I come to the booth and I body it 201 Real talk