[Verse 1: Danté Wolfe]
Come take a walk with me down nightmare alley and I will gladly
Show you all the reasons a n*gga could never be happy
Stare in the mirror and look into the temple of God
But he ain't been here in a while so that sh*t's a facade
I feel like every f*cking thing I hear now is a lie
And I don't know why I got so much hate but can't cry
It make sense why I call my second single Bloody Knuckles
If you go in my room it's dented walls and little puddles
Wear the evidence on my hand, I'm scabbed up and sh*t
Had to keep selling grams, 'til I bagged up a zip
Surrounded by muthaf*ckas who mean well but steal ya sales
Old custies tryna talk to make sure we still well
Just don't hit my line and keep that bullsh*t down the hall
And if he ever drought up, then I don't know who you go call
My pride could be my downfall
And I'm well aware, sometimes I don't care
As long as I don't trip up the stairs
I use suffering more than pleasure
'Cause we all go through it, dog we all ain't happy
But most of us is smoking this
I got caught at thirteen and my momma lost faith in me
That put some hate in me and a whole lot of complacency
[Hook: Con]
Try spending a night
I'm the reason n*gga, fear me in sight
I'm still a heathen alright
But I'm good and smoking it
Not to look hood though
But to feel less, I feel less
I don't listen spark the blunt because it heal stress
My b*tch been b*tching, fixing and its still sex
I'm coming over soon when I'm close I send text
She say be sober, put down the doser
Put down the doser
[Verse 2: Danté Wolfe]
Seem like now a days I can't write a verse without making sells
We tryna make a heaven
But we going through hell
Oh right you wanna hear about that story I mentioned
When I didn't listen, I got ten days no detention
Supposed to go to jail, but thank God I ain't go
It's like they say sometimes it's more about who you know
Just a young n*gga f*cking up doing dumb sh*t
But growing up in my city showed me how to run sh*t
Yeah they used to front sh*t, we used that to run sh*t
Now we buy em up front, so we can overcome sh*t
Those last four bars if you ain't get em you wasn't supposed to
Just be glad that's some sh*t you wasn't exposed to
See I remember back in Kinloch
When auntie had the ziplocs
And step pops he had the pounds, in the fridge
It's funny how you try to hid sh*t from ya kids
But when they get older they realize what it is