Mav, you said your best joke is when you talk about pain, but your best song is when you

Talk about your worst memory, and that shit really be your pain

Shit crazy

Can't get off these drugs cause my mind been going crazy

Mom 15 years old, when she found out she having a baby

Family split, and what is this about a fucking kid

What the fuck that got to do with me

Shit, I was just a kid

Pop say I wasn't the son, that shit had made me crazy

Dangerously in love with the paper shit, I feel like Jay-Z

If I leave it in you one time, I'll tell you how my baby

I still can't talk about my problems, man, that shit just made me crazy

Ride around fast, singing seven live long

I've been trying to get my paper right and move on

Money high, stack it tall, gotta get this pape

I've been trying to run my shit like Tay-K did his race

Shawty want to fund her, but I can't give her cake

I've been in my pocket in my own fucking lane

****, get off that surfboard, you can't ride in this shit

I blame this shit all childhood, trauma, man, that shit made me this way

Candy lady, praying, baby, son you a lost child

Coaches told me I'ma be something, you gon' be fine

I always been a baller, but I always fucking miss

And when I ask these **** for help, **** act like couldn't hear

Fuck this shit, I don't need no help, I do this shit myself

Mama's oldest child, I ain't never need no help

I always handled my own problems, I always used my belt

And I ain't never been a ho, dog, I played it cause I dealt

In the I was all alone, I was praying to go home

Auntie died Ma got locked up, that shit fucked with my dome

Sixteen year old became a man, dog, I stood shit on my own

On my bunk with my shank, dog, can't go out like no ho

Can't get off these drugs cause my mind been going crazy

Mom 15 years old, when she found out she having a baby

Family split, and what is this about a fucking kid

What the fuck that got to do with me

Shit, I was just a kid

Pop say I wasn't the son, that shit had made me crazy

Dangerously in love with the paper shit, I feel like Jay-Z

If I leave it in you one time, I'll tell you how my baby

I still can't talk about my problems, man, that shit just made me crazy

Ride around fast, singing seven live alone

I've been trying to get my paper right to move on

Money high, stack it tall, gotta get this pape

I've been trying to run my shit like, tay k did his race

Ride around fast, singing sevenlive long

No matter how much you try

I've been trying to get my paper right to move on

You still going to fail

Money high, stacking tall, gotta get this pape

But it's like, once you start giving a fuck

That's when you going to start failing