Locked in my grave, I aint slept in days
Worms in my blunt, I got mud up in my veins
Cemetery legend, poppin like Excedrin
Im on it smoking heavy, at this rate Ill be high forever
You speakin like a reverend, then acting like a felon
These conscious rap pussies aint in no place help us
No position to tell me, how the worship be
Bitch get you some money, get the fuck up off the street
Bringing it all the way back, bitch
Sippin it off my flask, bitch
Creepin up with that blade
Better bust quick when you see that SESH shit
Wreck shit what Imma do do, motherfuck your Bentley coupe
Time after time, Cyndi Lauper back in 82
Comin down clean in a new machine
Drugs on deck and the money on me
Styrofoam cup and I dont sip lean
I just need a place to go but I want my weed
Leave me alone, I just need to fucking breathe
Im just sick of all these trash every day I fucking see
So I lock the fucking door and keep myself up in the dark
I can see you, I can hear you, I dont even want to start
I dont care about your music, I dont care about your lord
Throw my body in the trash when my times cut short
And thats for real, real
Dont give a fuck about how you feel, feel
And thats for real, real
And thats for real, real
Okay, you swerve in the Lexus, I pull up with your next bitch
O2 Wayne, cash money on the necklace
Always on the guestlist, oh and not to mention
Pick my worst song, bet its harder than your best shit
I dont need a Tec clip to depress the tension
My lungs at recess, my heart is in detention
Start in the sense in the sense that Im making
Its breaking and shaking you down in the pavement
Old and youre basic, Im young and amazing
Chain never hanging, Im gripping on a razor
Feel it with anger, zone turns danger
Friends turn strangers and words get fame
And thats for real, real
Dont give a fuck about how you feel, feel
And thats for real, real
And thats for real, real