Sick of a system
Call me by delinquent 'cause my case is always victim
If I make it out the rhythm, finna feed my lady's children
It's a given that I'm missing lost prescriptions
That's been fixing every tool inside my business, careless
If it's kitty then they simpin', I just need my pot to piss in
Before I make myself the mission
I'm disgusted by my own life decisions
Mask out, dash out the back route, I'm sure of it
Or maybe dying from my own lost sense of nourishment
I hope you flourishing
Levels gettin' heavy by the second, no encouragement
I saw life but lost it
Knew the price and bought it
What's the cost of all this?
Got my problems often
How the fuck you finna break out?
If you make it out, tell me how, took my scenic route
Now I got my doubts, fuck they actin out
You wasn't with me then, so it's fuck you and your bitch now
From the ground, dirt up
Out the window, bitch I'm proud
Bitch, I'm proud, yuh, yuh