Made this on my lunch break #unklechett Y'all know that 16 bit is my only style I feel like I was born to fly Why do I deal with these trials Beginning to my life you know still got so many miles Y'all controlled by the system like a binary file 8 bit No intelligence No dollars to spend Rolling up a couple skimps of the loud American dream cancer stick I need that tabacco in my mouth My barz is karazine when I spit it gone burn down the house I wanna get rich best believe I ain't chasing no clout Cuz when you get big them missles come take you out When I was broke had to go steal me a pound We need some dope to deal with these piles Of trouble Solving life like a puzzle. Always carry that knife if I ain't have a muzzle With one in the head Somethings better unsaid And forgotten Grandma said to Fix my posture Hold your shoulders up But I need to sober up I scared of no copper Long as I got me a chopper Steal a house like a squatter Or I might be a robber Riding in a stolen Impala Bullet in my leg I'm not going to no doctor Dinning free at red lobsters I feel like the world is toumbling down So I stay up on these uppers to stay off of the ground nights with no supper when I was homeless downtown With junkies and clowns Why would I tote a pistol i I don't gotno bullet a rounds In circles we go my og is my hero Teach my how to take kilos Kicking down aptment doors Living poor In this jungle Let me go get the muzzle