Out here tryna make a difference in my life which seems apparent Don’t know what I’m doing I might just say fuck it, trigger squeezin’ never duckin’ Music has always been my therapy but apparently I’m trying something new Probably won’t get me anywhere but the probability is slim Depression is really fucking me, suicide pressing into my brain as I slide the drugs down my throat Maybe I can get lucky or maybe luck isn’t on my side Besides the depression fucking my brain, this pain just keeps growing, never showing Never had anyone truly stand by my side, but sometimes it’s best to do this shit on your own My home is a hell hole, thinkin’ of popping pills so the bills no longer come Thinkin’ of sharpening the blade so I can shave these scars off my body Scalping my thoughts thru the coldness Darkness waits for nobody Out here making money, but the money doesn’t change how I feel Making a deal with the devil to try and make things better, but this is only gonna make me feel more dead Everybody is so materialistic but yet I’m making material that doesn’t seem realistic All these hoes they know how to get to me, but yet they just want me to eat the pussy and leave My life has been nothing but despair, but yet I’m pushing forward never prepared I take care of everyone but everyone says “take care” Might pull out the Glock, let the hammer drop while watching the clock This is my final goodbye, as I watch the knife slide Nobody will know that I’m hidin’ making me feel like I’m glidin’ Blow up my nose and away I go, feelin’ happy while everyone is being sappy Drugs in my lungs, drippin’ down my throat with the hope I can stay this way for life Never stayed sober, but being sober is a feeling that requires healing Never healing, while out here stealing money that’s gonna get me the dope in hopes I can keep the high It’s just to help feel fine passin’ the time Calling up a couple homies to see if they can help me with this addiction Packin’ the Mac, to shoot you down in a black alley, then go back and pack another bowl I’m fiendin’ and tweakin’ Cops come slide because of snitchin’ opps Never trust these hoes you know how it goes Never thought I’d be writing raps to see where it takes me before I get wrapped up in a body bag If making music doesn’t help me fly than I’ll use it to pass the time