[Verse: Landon Larson] f** up my inner mental I need to stack up these Washington's 'til im monumental Mind ya business, I snuff a witness, job is hurtin my kidneys Im, on the edge, it's tough, I might rob and murder for pennies Penning my story pages Heading for stormy days, It's Awkward with stares and gazes Life feelin' like stairs in cases Too fly, with talons, can't see me, can't even meet my talent A level head a challenge, sh**, can't even keep my balance I'm mixin uppers with depressants Yearned to be a king because I've suffered with the peasants A little rock, bring me to life, fight evanescence Should I be countin money or countin the heavens blessings? They pray to god I find a 9 to 5 I wear that .45, I'm Jordan '95 I'm more than 95 percent sure They want me censored Or in the 99 cent store [Outro: Landon Larson] I need the faces in my pocket It's hard to face what's in my pocket They cut the water and the power It got me wantin' all the power (I hate this, I hate this) Didn't make sh**, I quit shifts, to chase this Hard to fixate when all of my fixes make shift Even on my birthdays was cookin' without the cake mix