Who put it in their head that I'm bad?
I might as well take up slingin,
it's gotten so bad that I wake up swingin.
I'm a mess with a mountain of ash,
debts got be countin my cash,
I'm oustin with an ounce in the dash.
Tryna pull a thousand out my ass,
while stayin high-drated cause the drought could last,
every chance is a blunt I'm not about to pass it,
I wanna cash out an intellectual trash mouth.
And even though most of my friends are cons,
any friend of a friend is a friend of mine,
and i'll defend the bond with no sense of time,
while others bust grapes some bend the vine.
Some don't know when to chill or when to grind,
they try to milk the game but they tend to spill,
there's no way to play pretend with skill,
they'll feel a real MC or get rendered blind.