(I won't drink anymore)

I was walking down my street when this man asked for a hand

He said, hey it's okay, I'm not strange, my name is Stan

I was pulling out the driveway, pondering my day

When I hit this poor poor stray, his life faded away

He pointed to the ground, blood soaked, I began to choke

Stain car tires, bumper sticker bonfire

Yeah, all black Cadillac, danger dog, will attack on the front lawn

Had a jacket, corduroy patches stitched on

White guy, black tie, white hat, black slacks

He said he had a black cat, could've said he was bad luck

Ha, yeah, he told me he would pay me, 60 to clean

The mean, disgusting mess that he made, I didn't trust

But I didn't make a fuss, old dirty rag and bleach, he handed to me

When I looked back at him, he smiled and told me that I would

Rot in hell (rot in hell)

Shit

but then I woke up and I thought to myself

In 60, 80 years, will I end up in hell (Hell)

But I know I won't cuz lord spoke of my true health (My true health)

He said, I'm a loser, I'm a poser, not a winner, just a sinner

But as long as you have me within, you can do anything that you can

I don't got a second try at this life

I just gotta do with it that I can

So I can be the best that I ever will

And I will soon pay the bills

With my rapping skills which is the music that I make, that I put out into the world

Even though I'm getting clowned on, I still let bygones be bygones

Cause I'm fond of my sounds, I'm putting out no doubts

I'm all in, this is it, this is me at my fullest

I represent the finest of the Montoyas

I may be small, but my rhyme books as tall as a giant sequoia

All these other phony people trapped inside of a cell

Weeping, seeking a like from one another

Walking down a line unpredictable, insatiable as hell

tryna get buzzed at the party twice

But it's like, why strive for that shit, when you can literally be the one that is that shit

Yeah, double meaning hidden within

Check the beginning again, my friend

I got none but him and he and I are him

Yeah, speaking my thoughts and my ideas

Forget the messenger, so I'm unload on this hoe for whatever

Yeah, wearing Docs, forget the Martins

Paradoxes, a stressing subject

Reject, misfit, I kid, I did, I win, win

I win in

I win

I win