They tell me you heaven sent but I don't know where the hell that is
Life's a game and everyone tryna find their leverage
I'm betting on myself, cuz that's just the type of person I'm is
Please dial 988, I think I'm losing my shit
Like a flower in the concrete, humble man to the end
I know I gotta take these L's to finally get a win
But why these loses always coming in the beginning

Lived on these Chicago's floors
Niggas ain't have no food, we was all poor
Went with the homies every week, to rob these stores
Food 4 less, using the link turning it into checks
Please dial 988 get Amazon to have this shit on rotate
So anti-social I can't have no roommates
Prison cells, but yo religion tells u you closer to heavens gate
Hit the breaks and call 988