Lyric

Yo now, I'm looking at myself

I gotta shut out your opinions that make no sense

8 million gods bless for ya life progress

So let me confess, that's the concept

I accepted all when I was younger though

Like, have sex, do drugs til my mental broke

Letters from the jail, went to visitation

Well, it's like invitations

I used to live for a crazy life

Lady, you'd can't smile if you hear my past lines

So now, I may be nice

I must spit a perfect rhyme'fore the day I die

The bipolar disorder made me realize

Everybody appear fine in real life

But your spirit killed by lots of bills, right?

I know I know how it feels like

Oh yeah

Oh lady I'm still pulling my weight in gold

Turn out alright no problem any more

Yo pay me!

This shit you've been waiting for

Already I knew it's hopeless

Let me flow oh oh

Engrave tats on my body like the stylus traces the groove memory

I was in a dream, It's foggy

Only my homie call me when I'm melancholy

I saw my brain waves it was interesting

RTMS, Optical Topography

Just rhyming is my only therapy

"The beat plus the melody's the recipe"

I'm down with the luv (Sic) like Shing02

Take a deep breath and blow the CO2

Me was immature and only for music could be pure even though such as stupid

Think of it now, my teens/twenties hard

It's like movies huh? Maybe these were

To my brother, rest in peace

And I wanna say "Keep your head up" to one day's her

Oh lady I'm still pulling my weight in gold

Turn out alright no problem any more

Yo pay me!

This shit you've been waiting for

Already I knew it's hopeless

Let me flow oh oh