[Verse 1]
Carl Escobar on the beat like I don't give a f** about the teen pregnancy of your next b**h
s** my f**ing dick then you can take it raw b**h, double ententre cuz I'mma beat the sh** up (Whoa)
I don't really know where to take it at this point
So I'm sipping kinda slow of this brewsky that I just picked up
With boys I'm blazing up, pa** it round n***a cuz chicagoing won't wait up
Slow Earl flow and a little Tyler when I spit it
I'll put the gun to my head and pull the trigger when I finish
(BANG) pow, sirens blaring loud
Did I really k** myself? Did my efforts just go south?
Welp, now I'm in heaven by the f**ing 711
With my 72 virgins even though Lil B just hit it
Hey, and there's Yeezus, I said "Hey what up Yeezus?"
He said "sh** I'm chilling, tryna stack these millions."
[Chorus]
Well what do I do now that I'm here?
Well in the end you never really know
So I guess I'm at the end of my rope
[Verse 2]
Well, where I go is none of your concern, bruh
I don't even know where I'm at at this point, huh?
Well, now senior year is coming up
Gotta bring my money up and raise my letter up some cuz
I don't really wanna fail, I don't wanna be the dumb n***a
Even though right now in rap it sells some
I don't fake it til I make it
I just make it, then I'll fake it
If I want cuz I'm feeling like I made it
And just cuz, f** it, I don't care anymore
I can school any n***a cuz all they rap is for
Money, attention, and compensation, man, what a little who*e
I can mop the floor with your a**
But you'd rather your soul for a little nice flow
And then with that money buy your kid a Tyco
And then join Illuminati, then have a little welcome party
I must be the only ginger with a f**ing soul
And I don't care anymore, f** it
I'mma let the chorus go in
f** it, I'mma let the chorus go in
I'mma stop k**ing n***as as the chorus comes in
f** it, f** it
[Chorus]
Well what do I do now that I'm here?
Well in the end you never really know
So I guess I'm at the end of my rope