yeah yeah, hit me up got that sauce, just hit me up got a loose grip, but what back me up lost my momentum, depression hit me up he goes, "how ya doing", "yo what's up!", "That shit you doing, what's it really worth?" I'd be like, speechless, tryna question all my actions what the fuck was i thinking could it really have ever happen racks in stack, dreams I only could imagine dreams I only have is that I'm running from my problems i got em, I know em, i blocked and I'm still in the damn pit, fucking dug myself in stumbled on a bigger one, too late, I'm in now and i got no protection, cause this bitch she make death seem bliss fucking with the record, shit make it seem like the synth is a beauty made of strings blessed with this rhyme that i typed, nonchalantly pass a bottle of beliefs, sold it for a couple mill yeah, I came back been through the void, but i came back yeah, got no racks rather tell a story, than get em racks yeah, swiveled by my past regrets and torment ain't going back i came back bitch you know i came back