Buried and lonely But back with a vengeance I go hit up Tony And lay down some tension I been up, I’m growing Just get out my mentions I’m getting that money It don’t help my depression There’s horrors inside of my skull uh Double drink, I need to pour up Looking back at all my old love Crushing up pills in my soda Telling me I need to slow some Holly boy making his own cuts That’s why my skin had to grow tough Raised by brothers, I’m built rough 5150 I pull up in Benz I Drop 1-87 and murder your friends There ain’t nothing for me in this life but my kin I been making these tracks so I’ll speak when I’m dead I'm holding a blade to my chest now I sharpened it up and I press down Everything lost is eventually found Preparing for eternal rest now I'm dragging my soul out this rut now You spoke out of turn, sit the **** down I'm turning my hurt into bucks, wow Keep cutting myself and let blood out So keep it low key, like it's Chamber of Secrets Fall to your knees and reveal me your weakness Stabilize stalls, and the fabled resolve I'm faded is all, hope my fate will dissolve Don't look at me goofy I'm over that Shit I never could chill with the sober cats Bitch I light up a doobie, sip cognac You should really give up the lil phony act And I'm whipping the **** out this Pontiac You know Gibby itching to get stoney, yeah Confiscated my Drac but the chrome intact I call myself the kid but I'm grown, in fact We got hollow flowing puss We just popped a couple buses, yeh Hara Kiri bust With that syrup on production, yeh Lump ya head and trust You gon wake up with concussion, ayy So run, like we discussed Or I'll make this Smith and Wesson spray