comment thoughts and criticisms lyrics:Im on a level Il keep as I'm down Im pushin and pushin And movin em out I'm taken and breakin in all my new sounds And I'm running and gunnin when I hear he found My traction is crashin I'm breakin my back Red pill or blue pill Red for the wack Pass me the blue one I'm tryna relax im Goin off the track No not slumped like that I don't give a fuck swear ima test my luck Bring In all thems bucks Not talkin tarps and trucks I'm talking green My mic gon be my cash machine Well il see My lyrics is mean But I don't know Can't judge myself Need some help Place me on the right shelf Contain this either insane or fried brain Somedays I wake up and want to fall into decay Saying that my way is the highway What I'm tryna say what I'm tryna covey Red pill or blue pill for the trills or for the mind that could be real Red for the wack Pass me the blue one I'm tryna relax im Goin off the track No not slumped like that I don't give a fuck swear ima test my luck Bring In all thems bucks Not talkin tarps and trucks I'm talking green My mic gon be my cash machine Il put in work While u busy gettin mad at her Madem of music put a boy a boy to shame for sure Stop ignoring the problem dawg It's the cure Don't put in real effort Yo shit is never turnt I don't really give a fuck pussy bout your word Don't trust nobody wanna pop em first U speaking but u speakin Absurd I see strait through this nerd Gats we keep so we can sleep A mindless notion no defeat Rather have my Smith than have food to eat Rather pop my self then end up in the Crete I don't wanna die Until I've made this world mine I been getting so high Swear my brains fried swear my brains fried