I was work slanging, dirt doing

Look what the fuck it turned to

Pretending not for me, I let you be him

But I burnt thru em

Pictionary sketchy boy, you wouldn’t guess a thing

I was catching everyday like a mitt, I didn’t

Why you tripping like a bitch?

I thank god I didn’t

Turn out, how you burn out with no fire

Just tryna fit in?

I forgot about it how much time I spend alone

Catching my reflection eye to side, am I a ghost?

Fumble the beat these boys need a big check

Not paper dollars I mean a real life check

Fuckin with me you’ll go out in real life debt

Know it’s hard to believe it but you are still like them

Can’t wait to break anticipate letting go

Can’t take the weight, wake up pick up my own

I spent my teens staked out on that road

I looked to breath, how my CPAP the dope

Throw the phone on DND my currency ain’t social and I'm sick of bitches knowing me

Flooded out no overseas just swimming in the trenches think some days somebody floating me

I was work slanging, dirt doing

Look what the fuck it turned to

Pretending not for me, I let you be him

But I burnt thru em

Pictionary sketchy boy, you wouldn’t guess a thing

I was catching everyday like a mitt, I didn’t

Bitch, I didn't