Riding with my bros to the motherf*cking store, boutta pour up some sprite in my code
Ignoring them hoes on the way to that dough, now they all filled with spite, should've known
I'm serving your bro, I'm serving your ho, for money I'm serving some more
I grip on that pole if your bro tryna know bout some things that you shouldn't ask tho
Inside of my mind I fight with myself, I keep on just hiding from peace
Like most of my life I dealt with no help, I kept on reliving bad things
I chose to get high and I still get high, sometimes I do wish I was clean
But I mind what's mine, and you mind what's yours, I'll fight with myself til deceased
Man I've been up off this molly for about a week
Think I'm starting to hallucinate, I'm hearing things
Kind of gone delirious, my brain, it cannot think
Won't be long until I really start to see some things
And I try to say some shit but I can't f*cking figure it out
I was asking from my peoples for a bit of handouts
Instead I was on the giving end, it never paid out
I was getting bad grades and a paper list of doubts