Lyrics:

[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League & 8bars]

[Verse]
Door slammed in my face, tired from tryna chase
Bold enough to play Marco Polo and Jason Lake
I lost faith like 12 times, fuck you think I’m on my mind
I don’t get no fuckin sleep I’m starin at my fucking blinds
Every fucking night, the morning I’m dealin with migraines
See things for how they are, colors in my eye change
Dirty job wash my hands, college kids poppin’ xans
I ain’t got no rocks to sell, might call me to rock some bells
Write a verse and change a light
Spit some more change it twice
Drink my fuckin pain away I’m always on like Vegas nights
My nigga from the Nola told me, “boy your flow like Cajun spice”
Work ethic impeccable, you would think I train with Rice
I been blastin’ off for months, lookin out for higher stakes
If heaven ain’t gon’ let me in I pray they got some higher gates
Find a space and hope you fit, less you take the more you miss
It’s a dog-eat-dog world, lock you up and throw you strips

I blanked out don’t even care no more
This shit ain’t even fair no more
We can’t converse you situation don’t concur
I ain’t stressin’ off that bitch, that’s more for her
This room closing in on me
Me and my chance lookin’ slim homie
The wind on me I might just get carried away
Roll rocky bad turn make the chariot sway
Magic carpet took me like librarians try to book me
Stand by my side I’m lookin for cookie
Where they gonna put me, my [cage filled?]
I can’t wait unitl my days chill
Killin’ off my vibe a few, bow to you
Down to earth but do some shit that fly to you
I’m more passionate, shield broke more glass in it
What cloth was I cut by, a fabric tip
I’m mad as shit, nose cold, heart heavy
They went from not given a fuck to tryna drop confetti
Tell granny I get it now lotta folk who I ain’t talk to in some years
Lookin’ at they phone like “should I hit him now?”