What's up Vape Prince?
What up Dewey?
I see you international red.
I've been going through more bullshit than a bullfighter,
so when I sing my praises to
God, one verse is like a full choir.
My every thought is pain,
straining,
stressing me to death.
Every day is like a rehearsal that's prepping me for death.
I think I'm ready because this world ain't no friend of mine.
Only thing I qualify for is murder,
it's inaudible time.
Y'all should have shot me in the chin,
didn't stand it,
but I guess they was feeling each other naked head in the bed.
Here I am,
firstborn, torn between heaven and hell.
I tell my people,
say,
go to hell,
but I let it sell.
The practice, my preaching, calling it black.
I know I'm a pilot before I die, I gotta pray.
Ain't nobody got my back except the laws where they own it.
So I be going for broke, demolishing
my opponents,
leaving no traces,
just blood on bases.
But any that, HK, I'ma squeeze that,
you won't even be back.
I go through so much,
so I try to stay safe,
but because when I'm sober I can't maintain.
Though I do my best,
the only thing I earn is stress.
So I spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane.
I can't focus,
I'm losing my mind real fast,
dreaming and screaming for the day I can make some real cash.
Dropping album after album,
band and song after song.
But it's like I ain't did nothing cause the lights ain't on.
How can I win?
It's like everything I do is a motherfucking sin.
You gotta need the feeling to see my end.
All of my friends are fake,
they come around when I'm spending cash.
But what I'm hoping I can do is real spinning fast on it.
They be dodging the devil,
but he don't be telling my people * him.
Cause he be working on my homies,
building bridges and I don't give a *.
And y'all,
y'all laughing at me when I couldn't get a buck.
It's outrated baby.
I got bigger hurdles I'm trying to jump over.
My residence and my vehicle is something I jump over.
And it might not be much, but it's all I got.
So when I'm painting Promethean, it's all I pop.
I go through so much,
so I try to stay * good.
When I'm sober I can't maintain.
Even though I do my best,
it's the only thing I earn in stress.
So I spend most of my days channeling Mary Jane.
I'm on free trial now and I can't smoke no weed.
Cause if I get you dirty I'm facing G-I-M-E.
My first time that was sober and it's * with my brain.
Got a nigga with an attitude I can't maintain.
Trust me I'll bring it to you home.
Not soft, admitting like I'm invincible.
One day it's gonna start.
It's time to pay up and I lay a great grave.
Bury me with a 50 sec and a motherfucking 12,
12 stage.
Hey,
no love in my heart cause my homies was phony.
Straight mother motherfucking star.
I could not get a ride if I ain't have no weed.
Cause motherfuckers ain't my people.
Now they gotta be strangers so I'm gonna breathe.
So I,
so I,
bless the streets with my sweat and wetsuit.
And if you're beefing with me nigga better get your weapon.
You better pray that I'm on protein.
That I'm just tripping.
But I won't let you add up to my problems.
I will leave you tripping.
Because I go through so much.
So I try to stay for good.
Because when I'm sober I can't maintain.
Even though I do my best.
The only thing I earn is stress.
So I spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane.