[Verse]
Sorry ma, I'll stop trappin’ when better sh*t starts happenin’
But my life sucks so till then, I’ll keep traffickin’
Struggle [?], tryin’ drugs that I am handlin’
Pigs comin’ through, toss the baggie like a javelin
Teenage piece of sh*t, f*ck school
Rather trippin’ when my ma’s not home
I’m getting sucked by a b*tch
Psychedelic with my words, mind is higher than the birds
And when I finish with the beat, I lose myself in the verse
Been a couple days, how do I communicate?
Acid for my brain, mind is in a different state
And when I conversate, people never feel the same
f*ck the human race, I just rather elevate
High like usual, vision so indisputable
See my name at the top, fame just seems to be so doable
f*ck a cubicle, to me, it is insuitable
I rather write a poem, spit sh*t, super beautiful