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[Verse 1: Cheefy]
Coaching y’all like my name Pete Carrol
Beast mode, Montrez Harrold
Drinking Pimp C out the barrel, all LeBron apparel
Going Michael Phelps bong, he deserves a fucking medal
My name should be in High Times in bold lines
I’m an alien, ask Quaid cause he’s seen the signs
If the devil asks me for my soul
Shit I’ll sign, just a matter of time
Before I get famous, see all these places
And different faces, and phases, fuck you if you racist
We were all born the same
And that will never change, sometimes I feel ?
Nobody blame, but myself
Can’t explain how I felt
To give you everything, and receive a slap to the face
It’s all ok, because God will put you in your fucking place
Sometimes I just stare at myself, thinking these we’re the cars I was dealt
I know how you feel, when you just want to melt
Trying to do drugs, it only momentarily helps
And then it’s back, that’s how you felt before you took that line, before you started crying
Before your pap died, I know exactly how you feel
When your only friend is a fucking pill
I never fuck with bars, I was all about the tabs, Felt like God
But then I get mad, avoiding all these fads
Because I love being different, because it’s part of being artistic
And mystic, she stained my white tee with her lipstick
I miss it, and I miss you
Shit gotten me so confused
You always helped me with my issues
And I miss you
[Verse 2: Dillon McCluskey]
I used to hear these voices in my head
Back when I was a kid
Raekwon told me get the money
But I was more concerned about a bitch
Yeah I’m barred out, look at all these scars out
All my insecurities showing
They ain’t really much I can say in a 16 but fuck my emotions
And they still judge me off of that
With my designer backpack with my laptop
And the top of lap has broken down hash
Fuck you mean, I’m just trying to chase my dreams
Crushing up cigars she prefer to use the instruments
Everyone knows she selling keys off my prescriptions
Rick Flair the boy
I had the JBL belt, they go woo!
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