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Phone ringing off the hook hope that shit break
I swear my bedroom be feeling like a fishtank I'm
Turn my bank account into a Swiss bank i'm still
Learning every fucking ain't a mistake as a young I
Plotted on my big break to match my blue heart a whole
Pocket full of Ben Franks if I draw bitch you fucked like a
Hentai these pretty women really wanna kick it call me sensei
I'm from a long of do it till the rents paid you step quick enough
They gone jump its like a head fake I smoke blunts to the face until
My lungs ache these fuck niggas sweeter than a Sunday
Man I don't know which is up lately I've been trying can't really give a
Fuck lately dodging backstabbers still getting hurt lately i've been getting
Writers block every verse lately having visions of the hearse lately being
Stagnant got me Stir Crazy (Stir Crazy, Stir Crazy)
They say the only way is up then why this life shit going left man I been
Working that's for certain shit ain't changing for the best would sign
A deal but they just wan't my soul lets not forget y'all pretend these niggas
Fake flexing for they friendses owe a label now them rocks a millstone around
Your necklace get made a mill but once the label gets they plate they leave you
Peckish and I bet they got the nerve to ask for seconds if you let em so I keep my
Head down and use my Wits as a weapon I was told it's all down to the Grit like
Southern breakfast and you never go back on your word if you meant but i'm still
Young and reckless choosing pussy over penance