Flaugin, it’s all fake designer that you got on you, get out the way before I gotta put this iron on ya, I been workin all day through this fuckin struggle, gotta hustle, cuz if I don’t they gon catch me fumblin, Stomach rumblin, it’s Ight it’s gon get better just keep em comin, uh Stack my hundreds, before I let this facade come tumblin, Maybe you need to be humbled, that’s why you stumbled, Stop that cappin cause one front lead to another, don’t let all that work you did go for nothin, Cause when you up you up they gon hunt ya, they gon front ya, anything to keep you unda, It ain’t nothing, that’s gone stop me from stunting, imma g and imma keep it a rac, Don’t got bread then get outta the trap, Don’t know how to act gon get yo ass slapped, This shit wack, we don’t got no money wonder why I had to flip my first pack, Shit kinda funny, couldn’t even leave me no scraps, now you come back hungry and I just sit back and laugh, Worst part is, you was only person I though I had, so when ignorance faded I felt nothing but hatred, so now I’m most hated, the fuck do you want me to be thinking, On top all that all I can ever do is rap, Only way I can open my heart without getting stabbed, Every dream I ever had, every day when I was sad, every moment I was pissed cause I wasn’t raised by no dad, Every second you bitchin bring up shit from the past, I tried to forgive you, but you just keep pushin, that’s why I’m smokin this kush now ion know what I’m doing, so many times put that shit to my head but ain’t shoot it, Yea I been goin through it, Don’t care though cause i know that I’m built to do this, so don’t watch what I’m doin, I don’t care if you don’t wan listen to my music, just buy another perc nd do it, I don’t got time to be amusing, hope that shit fix what you losing, Hope that that shit is the shit that get you back on ya shit, maybe one more and it’ll get you off my dick and get you back to feeling it, Feel dis, you a bitch, and ion need no simpathy from a mf w who can’t even get dressed, Feel dis, Ion feel no simpathy neither, So just shoot another needle, forget me imma weasel, If I smoke a lil weed then I won’t even be trippin you can go back to bein evil, Real shit, But that’s just what I’m felling rn, No need to pipe down, just some shit I had to let out, I gotta lot of shit on my mind now, But since I’m never aloud to converse, I’ll just write loud.