Where the fuck this **** go

He disappeared and dipped alone

Jackhammered hit the road up out the blue

We hit the phone with no response

Is he in a different mode or

Did he meet some different hoe who took him from his home like an eviction note

Did he need to switch his zone to clear his dome

Did he need to switch the roaming patterns of his conscience

From the shit he's known since he was only

Six up in his home from all the kin he's owned

Or did he dip out from a slick abusive prick whose shown

Nothing but loyalty in public but if you lift the chrome

Embezzled curtain lining you'd witness a different show

Did he get hit with the pressure, fold

Get hit with depression slowin stopped within inches of the centerfold

For as long as he's silent, guess we'll never know

But I was fuckin with the kid he liked to switch his flow and

Hit record himself on some instrumentals he stitched his own

I guess you gotta let him roam when buddy's just alone

Dear supporters and anybody whose listened

I've been pressin palms with pressure my head finna pop potentially from stressin bout my absence (uh)

Cause I'm in a position where my efforts meet my madness (uh)

Cause I been up and whippin & weavin my woes, worries & wants

All it while I'm fixin my story my old tortures and haunts

From trauma that was stickin & leadin me blind

Not including everything that happened the scene I arrived

A city not keen in the eyes

Unless they was green in the eyes

Cause envy round here easier than finding a tree in a five

Mile radius the craziest team schemin for dimes, diamonds, & shine

At a time where vanity reachin declines

The currency IG comments of people agreeing who gon' slide

Who really G when most em 13 pushing P in disguise like

R. Kelly

I'mma need y'all to ride cause

K. Scott killed this beat and it's whole fam and

All y'all was at the scene of the crime

Bitch