[Verse 1: BTK]
Strugglin' to get the budget fixed
Tryna bounce Florida 'for the end of Summer Sixteen
Teen with a dream to get cheese with the bread
His hunger never leaves
Bummer when he seems to suffer from diseases
Since I got a buzz everybody seems to believe in
Me, now they s**in' up, s**in' dick
Betcha knees itch
Love lickin' pink clit
Clips in ya jeans but you'll never pack heat b**h
Won't ever pull it out and bust
Never never try to f** with us
You ain't never bout the robbin' life
Shut that p**y up, 'for we rob a life
2 bad hoes, you know you gotta dike
Driven to the top, won't ever stop at lights
[Hook: BTK]
These problems I'm havin' won't go away
I'll suffer my entire life before I pray
Not countin' on anybody to help me
It's my curse, I'll deal with it my way
My way, my way, my way
It's my curse I'll deal with it my way
My way, my way, my way
It's my curse I'll deal with it my way, yeah
[Verse 2: BTK]
Talkin' cash bout Bout A Dolla
You ain't bout the change
Come in with it loud
Take em out the game
2 ways, better rearrange his face
Lucky he don't get a bullet with his name
k** em for the fame
Pull it with no pain
Get up in my way, comin' out the frame
6 years I been in it workin' to the bone
In the house, but when I'm in the booth
I'm really home
Deep inside the music
Man I swear they got my soul
f** it Man take it
Just gimme the money or give me gold
Take away all of my misery
Take away all of my hate
And all of the days where
Because of my social anxiety
I never participated in anything
Always divided me from it
And all of those people kept talkin'
Makin' a**umptions but f** it
[Hook: BTK] x2