It’s like I’m in a war, never runnin’ for the hills
Fighting against the corporate, only in it for the bills
Get picked young to make a quote “sick song,”
Wrote to fit any beat he’ll put on
Auto tune that and put effects this
Make you sound like a robot sucking a dick
Ha, got offered to lose creativity
To be living with money infinity
That don’t sit well with me
Music is my vitamin
I’m losing time and time again
But something brings me back on top
Just bring me the light
I’m at a place where the darkness keeps me alive
But I feel alright
Just need a sun to shine down on me
Still shootin’ but I’ve run outta ammo
I’m an animal, hands are full
I’ll eat anyone, not a cannibal
No hand signs, or coke lines, or bad dimes
Without that shit, I can make it to the top fine
Fire, like stop, drop, and roll
Whip out the Flip get that shit on record
Laughing at our moment yeah you say you want more
Sober and I’m over getting hold up in the fray again
