Текст песни
Let me talk to myself for a minute now
I just wanna let it out, but I'm in a drought
Why you ain't fall in love with the process?
Why you holding your dreams in a hostage
Got me looking like a blank in the projects, bank no deposits
Can't be me no facing the logic
Cant be me still actin' like its college
Cant be me you faker than an object
Sometimes wanna die with a claymore
I just wanna feel alive in this great war
Why the fuck you 35 in the Bape store? (loser)
Why the fuck you even stay in the game for (idk)
Let me guess, I digress, you depressed for that groupie love
I confess, nonetheless, haven't you ran through enough
Why you always going hard with the n-word? (chink)
Maybe that's why your songs never been heard (ow)
Always coming up short when it's that time
Got my body feeling cold like a flatline
Im bad bitch pulling, bad bitch swervin'
Why you acting like this shit ain't urgent
Pull up to the spot in a black Suburban
Voices in my head like I'm Tyler Durden