I woke up this morning like I gotta take somethin'
Might have to be a chain from one of these lames who fake, and frontin
Feelin' like a scorned saint
Who Tired of waitin for the lord comin'
I'll come thru doin the type of shooting
That'll have the Jake's runnin'
And that's a Hunnish
I put that on my great gramamas bible
I'm not the one fuck with
What I tuck is highly reliable
And when I spit I hit everytime
I don't duck for survival
I don't know I could just be crazy
I grew up in a spiral
Or maybe I'm just lazy
And Only good at making babies
That's what they say right
A nigga be tryin to stay light
But the world is heavy
Feeling a like booster in a stolen Chevy
Who's got the juice
Needin to let it loose
Before the noose get deadly
Never thought I'd be the one to be bout with suicide
you and I know
The devil don't give a fuck about no high notes
So I toke
And keep a handle on me
To stop the spazzing
But right now I feel like blastin'
The pressure