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[Verse 1] Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses Turn your bitch Slick Rick right now if I flashed it Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic Flicking bogey ashes bitch I stay blasted Microphone Cassius, Magic with the sick shit 'posed to been dead but bitch I’m still up in this bitch Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion Fucked a pregnant bitch, she saved money on her abortion I feel like Billy Corgan in a church playing organ Covering Too Short, smoking a Newport Kurt hoped the drugs would make the pain go away But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray Step inside a mind that revolves around the rhyme And every time he close his eyes, visions of white lines Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something Don’t know her name but the paramedics chest pumping 30 something black male, OD'ed off of pills That he wasn’t prescribed but they took his life Left behind a daughter that doesn’t really even know him Cause her momma thought he wouldn’t make a living off of poems But it was a long journey on a rocky road Had a hoody on and a jacket in the snow Walking in the cold on the way to the studio Nigga, that was just a couple years ago Dropped a couple mixtapes on the net And niggas tried to front like it wasn’t all that But guess what bitch I’m coming back Guess what bitch I’m coming back Signed to Fool's Gold and everything’s all gnarly Now these bitches want my number to get up in party Came a long way from extension cords in the window Borrowing neighbor's power just to plug up the Nintendo Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off Every winter so cold niggas sleeping wearing scarves But I always tell myself that it's gonna get better You know who you is, you the greatest rapper ever So now the pressures on him to prove that voice right Some people never know they goals, knew mine my whole life So now his turn's up fixing up to bat Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack I never learned to rap, always knew how Ever since a nigga 8, knew what I would do now When I turned 28 they like what you gonna do now? And now a nigga 30 so y'all don't think that hurt me That the last ten years I been so fucking stressed Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest The thought of no success got a nigga chasing death Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD’ing next, Triple X