A lyricist jus wantin to express my experiences but these stereotyping thugs aren't hearin it , jus searin it trying to flip the script on my wits but i deal with it through the slurs that come off of my lips. Going through life, day by day, i'd never take back anything that i say just play with the hand of the cards that i'm dealt cuz there's no one to reach out a hand for some help
Now i never told lies/ but i always did try/, to change my life to a personal style/ but pressure can make you want to curl up and die/, only i can light my own funeral pyre/ but i keep moving forward till the day that im lowered/ holding in the fact that i really went nowhere/ but i still got the skillz / to produce the green bills/ if slim had't jumped at his one chance for fame/, but oh well/, cause when i'm recieving my government check in the mail/ i know that he's going through his own personal hell/ and Hailey can't save him he said it himself/ but it's easy to hide behind deceptions of wealth/ cause lies do run rampant, it doesn't matter who tells/, and rumours are like tumours infecting your cells /till you wanna give up and put your yourself on the shelf, screw all your friends and just say get the hell out/ but the fact is that i do this/just for myself/ the only way that i know to let my emotions all out/ and it wouldn't matter if EM got famous again/ cause i'd still be releasing my thoughts from this pen. (Chorus)