I was upstairs just minding my fucking business i start,
crying out my eyes and something tell me to visit all these
fucked up memories shit i really had been through i been
raped i been beat on, stepped on, been fucked up

only made me stronger for sure,
i took that shit made money and hope they seen it i know
but i ain't no super hero damn
it's something in me wanna die
i took my brain up out my skull man this the reason why

i said meet my best friend
this that weapon i keep dreaming bout
shit i can't forget
made me wish that i could take it out
not no bigger threat me at my worst you still ain't seen it yet
once i hit my nothing i jump back and make you pray for death

i rather be dead than be broke
i just hope you catch me when I'm home
bitch I'm spinning back and getting scoped
shoot me where I'm thinking bout y'all ghost

shit ain't been fun since i was seventeen
shit we was cleaning out that
pocket full of fucking dreams
now i ain't seen it I'm just
bleeding out on fucking beats
i just get meaner i don't
feel like i did anything