I want a new house, I want some black bitches
I could make six figures, and buy some drugs with it
I made some new friends, they were inside my head
They told me nasty things, they wish that I was dead
The voices plaguing me, I think I'm boutta overdose
A belly full of pillies and the girls going comatose
I miss the time that I could spend alone
But everyone's been telling me that I should stay at f*cking home
I miss the prodigy's and opportunities, they lining up to insecurities
I make it sound like I would wanna leave (Hey!)
I used them in the night, I started losing shit
Tore the house apart, and then I let it burn
Second coming of the dude that you are looking up to
They ask if I've got eyes, I do and they're shit too
I'm dodging all the bullets, and breaking all the walls
And if you sue me well shit, better call Saul
Proceed to slip and fall like we was playing smash brawl
Slip an Adderall and watch your mouth start to foam