I been losing my focus why spit a line for 

Niggas just as broke as me or even a bit more 

Online talking bout tea both knees to the floor 

But never talking bout me you don't want that war 

Dime pieces i go for not just crushing on any whores 

Bbl's can move if i spot em i'll keep my own score 

Ig bitches be copy and paste porn at they front door

Onlyfans of them be the simps pimps wont fall for 

Backhands for beating on bitches no i aint stutter boi 

Got mad respect for those who bear children identify as boiiiii

Defender of the ones who lifes been unfair to 

Glad somebody spared you so i could triple dog dare you 

To run up on the president make him walk a line 

After you hide his medication and spin him bout 3 times 

Punk as fuck when i was born civilization declined 

Don't want no world peace i want someone to pay for my rhymes 

Im the bear that these females would rather hit the forest with 

Im the rock them lil country bastards hit forest with

Im the rock at the end of that movie who became a snitch 

The same rock that paid for surgery so he could lose his tits 

It's different not like some kid needing acceptance 

More along the line of tuco after that meth hit 

Summer jam red and meth shit age gaps accept it 

Preservation is not for the media yea i said it 

Yea  you post it now just forget it 

The haters will come and get it 

The vultures will say they bled it  

Go viral debit or credit mannnn

Sometimes i trail off get lost in my pen 

It's to the point where i don't even want to rap this this again 

On my best day i wake up starving and go out to have a run 

Take out the dog but not for a piss call him old yellers son 

Need sustinence cuz after a cry hunger don't mix with fun 

Need fuel for the mind so i can explain the dog to my son 

My stomachs screams reminding me that missions not done

My journey takes me thru town im walking passed somebody's son

Asking me for spare change credit hits like a home run

He asks for maybe something to eat i say lil somn somn 

I find a corner store and feast my eyes on a honeybun 

No control so i grab one microwave till its like 4 suns 

Before i take a bite my inner voice says pay it forward

I go back to that poor man let him know what i ordered 

Pull the plastic back then chuck that lil hot soma bitch forward 

90 miles per hour one foot back and one foot forward 

From the pitchers sidewalk i threw that heat until it fusion danced

With the poor man his flesh and his bones even his silly hat

He screamed like joker after getting knocked in toxic sludge by bat 

Like dude from robocop covered in acid before the car went splat 

I hopped the nearest fence since he got too loud i cant handle that 

And realized im still hungry and he should appreciate that fact 

Im different i got one bun knowing id eat 5

So homeboy should still be alive wear the scars well with a little pride 

But not the type that companies push starting june first 

The japan kind with fighters on roids feeding our bloodthirst 

My pen is suffers from alzheimer's maybe things could get worse