this life it is priceless alive yet I'm dien inside it's so lifeless so I just, ingest this poison to hide this, depression, the stress is soaring, I question in my head why am I like this, regrets I'm holding within I hope that I'm coping it's 4 in the mornin, this liqour still pourin, cigarettes burning but I ain't even smokin, I'm runnin through these hoes I'm a savage N they knowin, hittem wit that super-cala-fresh-o-listick-expa-alah-dope dick, they just throw it back ass clappin, then I ghosted, I don't callem back, shawty hella bad but my past is repulsive, just throw it in the bag I ain't talkin LOS shit, a pistol and a mag black mask in a phantom coupe, moving through the coast wit, all HUNDEDs cash wrist hella frozen, this nuse around my neck, cost a hunded grand, I ain't really boastin, it had to be said, y'all not really goats I'm a lion this my den, studio posted freestylen what it is, we can get to writtin wit a paper and a pen, thems just check signing if ya dont understand, if it dont make dollas then it dont make cents, so I keep a couple quarters, in the pockets of my pants, bet I can dance under water and not get wet, I can lose it, all in one night, and replenish the next, if ya say it's on sight, then I'm aimin for the head, markem like a hindu when ya see that infa red,