PICK UP THE PACE! lyrics

[Hook]
I been stuck inside my brain
(Yeah and I can’t really help but feel like sh*t)
Need smoke just to get through nights n' days
(I’m addicted but it helps me get a grip)
Work myself til’ I’m insane
(Tryna make people happy while I’m in this pit)
See the light at the end of this brightened cave
(Too far to go back, so let’s make this quick)

[Verse 1]
I could
Cry all night in my room lil' b*tch
That still won’t fix all the wounds lil' b*tch
I’m done crying over that foolish sh*t
Lets school these kids, I'ma do this sh*t
For my mama, my niece, and my nephew
I swear when I blow up I ain't gon’ forget you
And shoutout my sister Michelle and my
Friends who be letting me crash in they house for a bedroom
I swear that I’m grateful
But when it comes to the trust, I don’t know if I’m physically able
Under the table, buying that marijuana
Helping me wit' trauma and my fatal
Suicidal thoughts, I been tryna talk
Through all the music only way I’m able
To get through the blocks, on this path I walk
I been stressed, you could tell by the facial
Promised my mama I'ma be on cable
But I don’t know if PC enough for it
I could just GG and run for it
f*ck it I already hung for it
Nose leaking R-E-D off the LSD
I was 15 up in the forest
Noose all around my neck cause of torment
And now I just pick up checks for enjoyment
[Bridge]
Yo, yo, yo
Lemme switch up the beat on em
I- I- I- I don't know-
I don't know if they know what I'm talkin' about yet, so
So I'm gonna-
I'm done with that, like, real talk bullsh*t
And I'ma dumb it down for ya'll
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse 2]
In the city shoutout SF
Feelin' sh*tty but I’m what’s left
Out the pity parties and the tests
f*ck the rap game and it’s pests
Tryna leach off of yo success
Shoutout Karma if it’s still around
When you listening but it’s best
If I don’t assume how we turn out
I’ma just raise the roof so we turn up
Ain’t gonna pick n' choose who we blur out
Shoutout to Stem but you can get murdered
f*ck it lil' b*tch, I got my past
Other rappers got a past too
Rappers talkin' like they ain’t trash
That boy said he gonna pass who?
[Hook 2]
b*tch boy
Pick up the pace
Killing these rappers that ain’t tryna race
Eating my dust leave my butt in they face
b*tch it's Yung BROKIE gon’ f*ck up the game
b*tch, we on a whole ‘nother wave
If you ain’t with it then f*ck out the way
b*tch, shoutout to karma the gang
We gettin' money, said f*ck all the fame
b*tch boy
Pick up the pace
Killing these rappers that ain’t tryna race
Eating my dust leave my butt in they face
b*tch its Yung BROKIE gon’ f*ck up the game
b*tch, we on a whole ‘nother wave
If you ain’t with it then f*ck out the way
b*tch, shoutout to karma the gang
We gettin' money, said f*ck all the fame lil' b*tch