when I was 9 years old/I was told/everything goes/even the hoes/clothes and cars/only shit that stays is the hard/like break ups ass whoopins and scars/and bad memories but I better stop before I go to far/PTSD/from the shit I've seen/why i be so mean/it's in my iv/why yall so mad at me/this shit behind me/yall can come find me/i be bored waiting for someone to try me/thuggin on my own/wasn't my choice/its in my bones/it gave me a voice/lonely road/but i got a few toys/just lookin for home/but i cant stop the noise/i fear the silence/but in it i confide in/for my own im riding/all i want is peace and im tryin/they only hate/becuz they relate/mad becuz they cant escape/i aint goin no where im just tryna fill my plate/rollin one deep/i be solo dolo/when you see me/how yall sink so low/looks like it takes effort i know it aint easy/do what i got to so i cant be called a hobo/either way cant see me/and thats fo sho///