[verse 1]
Sometimes i wanna get a shot gun, close range
And end it all f** i hope there ain't no pain
Then my families f**ed and all messed up
Is this depression or the lesson of the d** f**
Ive been hitting sh** since i hit 13 whatever we could get
Pop a roofy if its dirt cheap, then i made it in rap
Ain't that ur dream bro, when you picture it, its nothing what it seems tho
Constant threats so im buying guns
With the sh** i spend on that i should supply my mum a new car or somethin'
I threw stacks at rates, we both the same so that went to waste
I got a ma**ive house and a luxury car
My girl screaming at me i dont know who you are
No excuse but the fame and the drug mix with the cash turned me into to a f** wit, im sorry
[Chorus] x2
I dont wanna live my life no more, i ain't wanna be a victim of the shout out war
I ain't wanna be known as a tripped out lost c*nt
Got my freedom but it feeling like im locked up
[verse 2]
I got what i want, why the f** i feel this?
It ain't kers if i ain't spit the real sh**
I seen abit of sh** thats why i give you bad stares
I try and block but the memories are locked there
Got money coming trust me that ain't bring happiness
Tell that phorel that fcken song is a bunch of sh**
Growing up kids were searching through a clothing bin
... to be continued