[Verse 1: I-ZAY]
(It's my last one)
Smoked the fattest blunt to this
I'm comin' straight blunt on this
Workin' till my hands go numb
I'm on some other sh*t (yeah)
But that just stems off writin' a lot
I'm sorry mom (yeah)
It's just I can't be the last one to the top, I gotta fight
And if that means I gotta start workin' two jobs
Fo' jobs, or six
All I know, you won't be workin' any shifts
'Cuz I remember when I was picked to be the man of the house
So let me steer this b*tch, we'll write when the lights go out
That's real as sh*t
Had no money to pay the bills, so let me vent this sh*t
I just come thru with my heart on my sleeve, that Desiigner sh*t
I'm into rights and sh*t
I need to write some sh*t
[Verse 2: YIN]
Hey
I know rap is all I have
I'm know I'm not good at math (word)
I can't work no 9-to-5 (word)
I keep writin' till I crash (word)
I don't know why I'm alive, but I know I'm chasin' cash
I know people often thrive when told that it's their last
Chance
I'm not an acid rapper, I'm just a average rapper
So please don't make me hate you
I'm already a hateful
Individual, stackin' up these residuals
Eat it until I'm gettin' full
Burnin' me up some medical
My homie make you eat the clip, and I ain't talkin' edibles
But this is all I have, wait
Skrrt it like a drag race (skrrt!)
Reaper doesn't have faith
Stuff it in a black case
Just to make you mad hate
On me, I'm a little bit of trash-talkin'
Mixin' with the dab coughin'
This is me at half-capacity
No one livin' after me
You ain't gettin' that for free (no)
Had too many casualties, just to trash away my dreams
Thinkin' this is all I have