Still doped up
Dont approach me when Im rolling up
Gold blunt guts in the platinum cup
I kill my lungs and left my body numb
Cant feel a thing you could put me in the rain
Droplets running down my face
But my skin cannot sense a thing
Hold up, hold up
Every day Im getting
Older, older
Every night Im tryna
Focus, focus
But I cant get it
Theres something wrong with my head
And I cant explain it
Im running out of options if I ever had any, try not to panic
Body itching Im trying to kick it, lifes my bad habit
I cause a scene then Im napping, goodnight
I am whats after this life
We are the Lords of the Flies
On our own island, we rise
Lot of people say they do what they dont
Never seen you alone in these roads
Thirty in my pack like a cartridge I blow
On the shoulder of the mighty river going with the flow 
Wait, where I go, I just do what I want 
Like whoop there it is, aint nobody gonna tell me shit 
No more scrapping for the rent 
No more stealing for some shit 
I was always in some shit
And I swear Id never admit
That I needed a change of pace to really go and arrange
My life in some sort of order that doesnt result in pain 
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
NoRedeemingQualities until Im gone
Yeah