Yooo uhhh, you better count yo blessin’s Cause you say you got depression Lifes a fuckin struggle So you best make an impression U say you can’t go hard, Because life got u down Pick your fuckin self up, and give yourself the crown Cause life’s flyin by, and you don’t fuckin know it Sooner rather than later I know you gonna blow it, And I’m talking chances, shit you coulda took Stop ruinin yo life It’s gonna close like a book You prolly missed some chances Shit coulda been better But instead you fuckin livin like you got a vendetta (Chorus) Life ain’t that bad son Go through it, trust no one Cause they’ll stab you in the back They’ll hit u like a heart attack This flow is like a mind attack This beat is like the hardest track To pass along my message, that get yo name up on a plaque And fuckin look out for the flak Yeah I’m goin so hard, I’m bouncin off the flow All you sad ass people Don’t even fuckin know I struggle with depression Almost have no success n Suicidal thoughts I’m goin through life an missin Out on opportunities Movin through communities Boutta make a move I got my immunities I need to pack a strap So I can live through the day You pullin up on me I ain’t gonna play Cause that’s the way life is It’s shit, makes you down But you can’t fuckin show it You gotta act like a clown Always fuckin laughin Never fuckin crackin Under fuckin pressure That shits too heavy to measure