IM SCARED TO BE 30 AND STILL RAPPING LIKE YOU NIGGAS

(Huh, yeah-yeah)

(Yeah, yeah-yeah)

(Okay) Huh

Every night, I wanna run away

Daydream, thinking about a better place

Can't look me in the mirror because I fucking hate my face

I bet if I died it would be a holiday

Giving my all to be better, but whatever

Niggas want me to be lesser

Every day, I feel more pressure to the lyric down to letters

Insecurity insidе of me, I'm sober, just in spite of mе

No human can inspire me, and I wanna retire, please

I been doing all this shit for years

Just to fuck up my own life and spending nights in drowning tears

Everybody trying to hate me, but I made it a career

Battle suicidal thoughts and demons talking in my ear

And I'm, I'm so tired

Why do we desire?

I try, live life with liars

If I died one more time

I'll get higher, higher, agh

Bitch, I'm done from working all-day

Bitch, I grind so I could get paid

You put on a front because you lame

All you got a pussy-ass-brain

I can't take it, you are the same

I just wanna go learn a trade

Get off the mic and go run a fade

Hate your life because everything fake

I thought music was so fun, flexing bitches, toting guns

Should've known from the day I started doing it, I won

But now, I'm getting older and one day I'll have a son

And before I die like you, I wanna win and then be done

I cannot be a statistic, youngling was a misfit

Lost a lotta friends, 17 yeah, I missed it

They could never do it how I do while doing dishes

Been sold out shows, go and buy a ticket

Suck my fu- di- b-

Stupid ass rap n-