[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