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[Verse 1]
I was a good kid, went to school
Never skipped a class, furthest thing from cool
Still couldn't care less about my classes
I copied off of answers, never should've passed them
Drug free, never sipped a drink
Had a clear mind, I know what these bitches think
Cause I don't stress over those hoes, I go for something better
If I was down with a girl right now, that means I would've settled
And yeah, you know me, I'm a bit of a perfectionist
Never expect less than the best for myself, til I watched myself get sick
I would barf green bile when I vomit
Like, what? Did I eat Shrek and he fucking died in my stomach?
Heat sweats had me wilding, 0 to 100
Real fast, real quick, yeah I saw the light coming
But the light was not just white, it's blue and
Red too, somebody call me an ambulance
I haven't had food in two days, how am I still doing this?
I'm pooing again, out of fluids!
Dookied in my pants, grown-ass man, that shit's stupid
I said fuck that shit
I could scratch "almost kicking the bucket"
Off of my bucket list, how tough that is
[Hook]
Who would've predict that? Who could've predict that?
On my worst enemy, I wouldn't even wish that
Shit I been through this, that, everything
All of the above
Been to Hell, still here, where's the doves?
Who would've predict that? Who could've predict that?
On my worst enemy, I wouldn't even wish that
Shit I never switch that, for the fam, always giving love
Still the same mane, homie, what it does?
[Verse 2]
(Who coulda) Produced the track with the down south smack?
Suburban New Jersey making some outback raps
Big K.R.I.T. 4eva in my Speakerboxxx like Outkast
I know the game mane, who would ever doubt that?
Rushed to the ICU, feeling P'd
Off, I ain't staying overnight, when can I leave?
I could've made another mixtape
Pulled a Mr. Bennett, suspended in bed for 10 Days
8 pills, 2 times a day, 7 days a week
Over 3000 in a month, fuck it, I'm a freak
Drugs had me up, I don't even need sleep
4 A.M. writing, I don't even need a beat
Mama got hit with the mortality notice
Since 2011, I knew that I had to be focused
Bitch you ain't rapping with motives
You just with hoes, and gold, and clothes
And old comparisons to Jordan or Cobain
I been riding the Soul Train
You running out of gas boy, get off that old thing
Drawing better pictures, that digital imaging
I out-wrote your shit in my single-digit age
Nurse waiting on me, I call it Minute Maid
You ain't been through shit, how you getting paid?
Drawing better pictures, that digital imaging
I out-wrote your shit in my single-digit age
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Damn-near died before he ever became a writer
You are looking at a fighter
(repeated)
[Hook]
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