[Verse 1: BTK]
Born and raised in Pomona
No connections
Show up for breakfast and jokes
With a side of local lessons
My vocals flex when I get tested
Over slow progression
But I've been stressin' over everything
And chose to be restless, no money for nothin'
Just checkin' my track list
Don't step in my past it's
Best to get past it
All I do is drink and dream about the thought of money
Funny how I've been becoming somethin'
Undeniable, f** it
I hope they love it
Ion ever bluff, every thing I say I live it
That's why you won't catch me sayin'
I cook dope up in the kitchen
Water whippin', sippin' ice cold double cups
Smokin' and flippin', you trippin'
Boy listen, I grew up down south
Born in Putnam County, Florida
Finally 18, I've been whippin' the Toyota
Addicted to p**y, soda, beats, beer and sofas
'nother drop out at 16, I never gained a diploma
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All night writin' L's, bout to pa** out
You say you real, you ain't fake, what's the mask bout?
I've been watchin', I've been waitin', where's ya trap house?
I have no time for a fool who wanna act loud (x2)
[Verse 2: BTK]
Loud boy, p**y try to come and get the crown boy
You gon' drown in the crowd
Opportunities a waste, face it, basically you late
Takin' over with the pace, raisin' shoulders to the ba**
Tongue and p**y, love the taste
Praise the Lord for better days
Never learned how to skate
But I can make a mixtape
Dude with the beats
Boo, I been beast
Never had a crew long enough
To say we made a label
Just fables with rumors under the table
Emotional state ain't stable
I'd hate to say that faith made it a way for me
To come and say I haven't been able to be grateful
But I can't take it I'm tempted to pistol pop it
Make an attempt to get fatal
f**in' hateful to everybody
Ex just left
Friends feel gone
I'm left with some thoughts in my head
I'd rather be dead, it's best if I can take an eternal rest
Circles a f**in' mess
And I'm done with this verbal test
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[Verse 3: BTK]
Loud boy, and I ain't tryna keep it clean
f** a PG, Rated R, resurrect a G
I'm just another reject who won't reflect
On all the sh** he reset when he met
The bottle full of neglect, I get respect
When I select an individual to diss-respect
Won't let another MC take my place
Till I'm impressed with their perplexity
Cause I'm obsessed with music and depressed
No one else is leaning towards my goal of success
Guess there isn't anymore Promethazine left
I'm definitely the best, at being consistently stressed
This industry's rep is visibly empty unless
They sign a boy like me, who got stories
About his people splitting up Cause Crack Cocaine
No triple C's, I can't stand em
I guess I got crippled feet
I'm sick from this disease, no sleep
Can't breathe
Cause I'm up
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