Yeah this instrumental sounds awful But my voice doesn't so I'm gonna go on with this beat so I'm I'm I'm sitting in my front yard Right next to Hollywood boulevard Never feeling save without my bodyguard Wanna feel fine but I'm feeling like a motherfucking closed minded retard Not a part Of a heart Never ever had it so hard Feeling like gas bomb called fart So far away from good bitch 50 yards And I'm killing every motherfucking guy that tries to stand in my fucking lane I wanna spit insane I wanna be the one that gets in trouble every time I'm walking down the street with MA shoes I bought last week They 50 bucks Never wanna be the one who gives a single fuck And it's all good To the point where I'm sitting on the floor feeling misunderstood You can't change it You can't race it There's no reason for time but i chase it And youll face it From time to time You just have to bite in lime