Said I was done I’m back at it again We at the top and I’m driving a Benz Being a kid with all of my friends Wish I could go back and do it again All of my niggas like saint row Please do not fuck with me bro I might just pull up and make it a show Punk you and make you look like a hoe I don’t believe in happiness Cause it sounds permanent Maybe some joy in a moment Depression just feels like an omen In my mind I feel like I ran being so young with no plan Miss the days when I was your man Starring up at the ceiling fan Lately Really I haven’t been sleeping Spent so much time down and weeping Down the block Saw some goons creeping And I think they saw me peeping Fuck I’m shot and now I’m leaking By some fuck boys that were tweaking All them drugs are we they seeking Getting tired now fuck I’m freaking Luckily I’m built like 50 Not gonna lie they did me filthy Now I’m pulling up to they door Boutta spray til the clip empty Out the pad and I do the dash This the life that’s ran by cash All of your dreams are burnt to ash Doing good but you start to crash Live my life built to fly I’m outta time And I’m here to die