(Verse 1)

I hope you understand catch it throwing underhands Eastside lonely I just run away from all my fans try to figure out this life so really hope you understand try to figure out my life and everything just hit the fan how to a become a better man what I ask myself how you put down ya pride to go and ask for help cause you done came up on ya own dawg I fuckin’ get it whenever i see the ball coming fast you know I fuckin’ hit it home run home run Aaron judge wit the home runs no love no love I lost your love saying so what i don’t need nobody tryna press me needa be alone I don’t need nobody calling baby when you coming home i just need the pen and paper baby where my microphone

Used to go inhale some vapors hoping that they sing along

Really that don’t make me happy deep down I feel so alone

Trapped up in a life where everything I do is fucking wrong

Said I’m used to the feeling but that shit gotta go

Knowing that the sun rise knowing I got no time knowing I got people that just want my shit to drop

Going on they twitter saying fuck you to the opps

Rap about my life cause yeah I know that shit’ll pop

And I know they want the trap shit they tired of the rap shit

But lately in my mind this shit been feeling like the rapture so welcome to the rapture cause that shit really happened