Okay the Sun don't shine everyday
The money don't last when you broke
I don't believe everything they say

My life is like the election (uh)
Fuck it man
It caint get too much worse than this

Well
At least I'm not in the back of a hearst and shit
But honestly

I think I can do this all in one take

Yeah, yeah
I'm caught up in these feelings that I got
Just went to see my pops
In the ATL like Rashad
Came back with a new new view on how I see you
And how I see myself, I'm not the same bitch, I grew
A few big checks, a few go

Yeah, uh
I could feel the sin in my lungs
The magic in my skin
The weight on my heart
The flame on my pen
The chip on my shoulder that's stacking on ten
The blood in my hand, help me run from my friends

Oh, you got a problem, that shit happens often
Shouldering