[Verse 1]
Feel the pressure on my back
Do you hear the texture of the raps?
In my voice why it’s all rasped
If I had to choice to buy it all back
Just how it was
I wouldn’t budge
Nah i want the city better than the level it was at
I been staying up day and night measuring the task
Of what it’s goin’ take to get the city on blast
And it’s extra pressure cause i gotta do it on the road
How I’m supposed to keep a hold
Of sh*t if i ain't home
So we meeting over whiskey in the morn
To the evening and I’m gone
Off of the deep end of the pond
Screaming I just got my feet in
Nah I’m wrong
I been fiending far to long
Now it got me reading all my wrongs
Do i got a reason to go on?
Sure the team got it some demons
Throw them demons in the song
Growing up throwing up drunk
But lately I been keeping calm
Keeping keeping on
Keep my people on
Leave the beat alone
[Hook]
Half of this rap sh*t battling addiction
They hand you a bottle for you to sip it
Kids give you a xan always used to split it
Then there’s the cameras and you are in it
Snapping pictures while you snapping spitting
Saying pat is b*tching
But I had a vision
Talking sh*t while I’m sad and slipping
I'll be back and kicking
Sitting back and kicking
[Verse 2]
Thought I was off the spliffs
I’m off the sh*ts
Probably off the kid
I thought a bit
Cause I’m awful
It just seems warranted
To much time ignoring it
To much sh*t I’m storing in
I thought it was clear
Thought a motherf*cker would hear
What? I’m supposed to expect someone to tear
Up just cause what? Wik the mic spic mutt sl*tt was in here
This the life we live this life we leave
So before I left this life I lead
The commander and chief
Of what they call my life
I ball on rhymes
They ball on white
I’m small and tan
They tall and white
I do me they just call a price out
Who’s he? what’s his worth?
A mutt from birth a sl*t from 18
The first time i f*cked was church
So I practice the religion of mackin' b*tches
And I ain't left manhattan in a minute
In the city I was born and I’m torn but I’m living
[Hook]
Half of this rap sh*t battling addiction
They hand you a bottle for you to sip it
Kids give you a xan always used to split it
Then there’s the cameras and you are in it
Snapping pictures while you snapping spitting
Saying pat is b*tching
But I had a vision
Talking sh*t while I’m sad and slipping
I'll be back and kicking
Sitting back and kicking
I can’t face it
Got problems, I can’t solve em, I sip bottles
Till i can’t taste it
It’s basic I just face it
Mason jars
Filled with that raw but it’s all wrong
Cause I can’t take it
So i face it, can’t face it, so i face it
Just face it
[Hook]
Half of this rap sh*t battling addiction
They hand you a bottle for you to sip it
Kids give you a xan always used to split it
Then there’s the cameras and you are in it
Snapping pictures while you snapping spitting
Saying pat is b*tching
But i had a vision
Talking sh*t while I’m sad and slipping
I'll be back and pitching
Hole ripping through your catcher's mitten
I beamed that
You seen that?
Thought that you had it you kidding
Stupid motherf*cker had to be kidding
Had to laugh at you
Had to admit it
I ain't gassing
I mastered a written