sick freestyle (the lost intro)

I've been in my bag and this bitch is not gucci

I wish my brain was a canvas like its loose-leaf

Circadian fucked up I lose sleep

Gotta hide my heart I cant have loose sleeves

They just wanna tell me what I'm not

I'm boiling I feel myself getting super hot

But I keep my composure man ion wanna pop

Self control I practice ion wanna rot

Ion trust you even when you give me top

I'm not one of them niggas that just fall for facades

I see right thru you just like glass you the product that I shop

Someone throw me a lob

(yea uh)

I just gotta calm down anxiety killing me

Its slowly chipping away of what's left of my dignity

You want the truth well bitch I'm the epidemy

So dont keep tryna belittle me

I could really smoke the spliff in one pull

They dont know whats going on in my mental

And all these niggas talking with they mouth full

Like they doing coke with the mentos

Don't mind me I'm just a lightskin whiteskin

Puerto rican man I'm both like akimbo

Yea

And I've been sick for a little minute i'm too cold

But my body stay hot just like an engine that's been on

And there some smoke but it aint a bong

Ima have to push it to the limits I'm too gone