I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads.

Off a cup of C.J. Gibson, man I'm faded off the brown and I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around

They take the greats from the past and compare us. I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era. In a time where it's recreation, to pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations.

I do a lot of things hopin I never had to fit in, so tryin to keep up with my progress is like a dead end.

I can tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you recover

Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disc.

Lately I been drinking like there's a message in a bottle