Well, you ready?

I guess

Let's just get it over with

Who am I to judge?

Cause I got hella problems

That I don't plan on solving

Okay, I used to fuck hoes, talking 3 in a day

Said that I was in love, lied right to their face

Okay, I worked a little white, now it's white on my teeth

I barely made it through school, had to stay on my feet

In 2018, I held a gun to my head

I'm so fucked up, man, almost wound up dead

Yeah, I used to hit weight til my septum bled

I pop more candy bars than an obese kid

Okay, a Ritalin possession with no good direction

Raised in a world that had little affection

Drunk at 11, you see the impression

I'm working towards something, but it's not perfection

Who am I to judge?

Cause I got hella problems

That I don't plan on solving

Yeah, who am I to judge?

Cause I got hella problems

That I don't plan on solving

Might've swung a little hard, started pulling my punches

I've been eating Adderall instead of my lunches

I can tell my girl knows I'm going through something

I know one day I'll make a terrible husband

I been stuck inside my head, tryna find me a way out

17 and homeless, parents told me to stay out

My addiction gave my mama something to pray about

Sold my soul, I guess it's just the price that I pay now

Been trapping out the dorm room

In and out the courtroom

When it rains, it pours and I can tell it's gonna storm soon

Lotta hoes to sort through

Drunk as fuck before noon

Hard to catch your breath when them demons coming for you

Who am I to judge?

Cause I got hella problems

That I don't plan on solving

Yeah, who am I to judge?

Cause I got hella problems

That I don't plan on solving