22 times a day I think about swingin from a tree and carvin my name in the trunk And nobody give a f** they just watchin me hang Everybody think it's a game Until a p**y Mothaf**a witta gun go insane And you won't see me in a cemetery that's were I came from I ain't tryna go back up under that stone with my name The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops He tellin me this and he tellin me that I swear to me that sh** neva stops And b**h I'm schemin like a mothaf**in villain you claimin you k**in Neva be seein the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics Y'all Mothaf**as don't got no sh** but you rappin a big game I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything I kick it wit nobody cuz nobody stay watchin my 6 I'm puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my click I'm dreamin about all the sh** That I really wanna do when I get old Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold I ain't did a thang, since I been locked up in this room wit not a thang Cept a shotty on my side 2 shells on my bedside table might pulla cobaine See I gotta lotta thangs goin on in my brain gotta lotta good sh** and bad Sometimes all I really wanna do is put that double barrel 20 gauge up to my head Is it mo to life than bein pissed off and alone in my mind wit nobody to tell me chill mane The silver linings hard to find like bibles in my domain Montecristo and Hennessey keepin my head on straight this very moment If you a jit then you wouldn't know sh** about how a real Mothaf**a zonin