I'm just tryna keep breathing I'm watching my step and the pressure won't go off I'm tryna keep sleeping I wonder if I ever let go I don't wanna get grabbed but I'm tryna keep eating And I know two wrongs don't ever make it right but it makes *** even And I ain't no preaching I'm just saying how I'm feeling My mummy and my ears still screaming I'm looking at the fridge and the tank still leaking Remember them cold nights scheming Broken asleep we're just staring at the ceiling And all I hear is demons speaking And I can see their hands just reaching Feels like the Hunger Games I just had a whole sip to myself and it's giving me stomach pains I'm just wishing on summer days while I wait out this hurricane Matter of times that I wish me this cheque too I swear to the point that the car in the fade Now if I buy me this whip out the showroom I'll put my own arm on the plate If I buy me this whip out the showroom I won't be able to park in the street Cause the whip so big there won't be no room Matter of times that I filled that clip to the top To the point where there's no room Then I let a shot go bang in me house And me mum found out and now I ain't got no room Cause it got kicked out me house I used to run around the house like 6 years old just wishing I was Goku Then I clicked on that this life ain't a game It was pain to the strip I had to go to And on the strip there was shootouts with black males and crack sales Feds locked like the whole crew And it feels like the Hunger Games I just had a whole sip to myself and it's giving me stomach pains I'm just wishing on summer days while I wait out this hurricane Matter of times that I wish me this cheque too I swear to the point that the car in the fade Now if I buy me this whip out the showroom I put my own arm on the plate My chest feeling misery But it's right up in Burberry No I do not work for free Even if you don't have the 10 out of 10 Then you won't be referred to me I'ma keep dropping this fire Until it be giving them third degree burns All of this work for a t-shirt Me I do not give a weak burst Speaking on *** that I deserve All in due time it could be worse All in due time I'ma run it up Got to wipe this *** out I ain't done enough I mean like *** do not make me a punisher Please do not speak on the team you ain't one of us Feels like the Hunger Games I just had a whole sip to myself and it's giving me stomach pains I'm just wishing on summer days while I wait out this hurricane Matter of times that I wish me this cheque too I swear to the point that the car in the fade Now if I buy me this whip out the showroom I put my own arm on the plate Feels like the Hunger Games