nobody can compare what I went through and what I went through it with mental you can look behind my eyes and tell me about my past yeah that shit shattered up like some f****** glass getting lonely at the top but you can kiss my ass and hold the fake shit cuz I ain't got time steady chasing this money I'm racing to the bag that's why you niggas to slow an don't know how to add and if you scared motherfuker go call the feds you said you wanted to be down you should stayed in bed and now you got these lil niggas playing with your head got you all up in your feelings wishing you was dead nobody can compare what I went through and what I went through it with mental you can look behind my eyes and tell me about my past yeah that shit shattered up like some f****** glass getting lonely at the top but you can kiss my ass and hold the fake shit cuz I ain't got time steady chasing this money I'm racing to the bag