[Verse: Fisherman Scott]
It's the beginning of the end, uh-huh
Broke free from hell, motherf**er
Sprint down the road and I
Race my mind to the line, and my brain bend
Each and every way, whether it's buy (bi) or it's sell
You and I came from them both
Quit d** and realized exactly who I was
Music lover, brother from another mother
Writing a verse and forget to rhyme
f** it, I'll keep doing me
Saying they can't understand me
I don't blame you, it took me sixteen years for this
Straight forward, I'm not trying to confuse you, uh-huh
Get down!
Y'all can keep that xan and lean, off that sh**
To be frank, I been thinking about rolling solo
End of the end, thanks to y'all
Unoriginal, fake a**
Personality artificial unworking
Pandering to the media, crafted by the man
Begging for attention online everyday
Using ignorance to make you look special
Then hopping on Twitter to say "hop off my dick"
It's the end now, f** y'all
I'm doing fine, don't believe in depression
Don't go around asking my boys what's up with me
Is he queer? On d**? Lost his mind?
Yes, no, and absolutely
Well, man I'm feeling better than ever what's up with you?