The Wall ft. verism rip & SAINTS Lyrics

Give me something to believe in

Feel my life drain with the change of the seasons

Try filling voids with the drugs, now I'm fiending

Say I'm gonna stop but I know I don't mean it

Man, one day at a time

I could never bear the cost of staying in line

Talk justified means with no end in sight

Know the words all there but the pen don't write

Yeah, wait, looky here, what a sad guy

Every night, pack bowls like it's Pad Thai

Say he tryna keep it real, what a bad lie

Whole life putting fake names right at @ signs

Til I flatline I'll be stewing, I'll be seething

Rappin' every key hoping one of them could free me

Cough, spit sick, they don't really like TB

I'mma need you bitches 6 feet back when you see me

on my, last name I'm a fraud, big sham

Flex squalor, split dollars, drop pennies thru my hands,

like, damn, see my future in my hands

So I'll sew my own sutures, That's really who I am

All about, getting back up each time you stumble

If we talking rebounds, I'm Dikembe Mutombo

and my homies got my back, won't let me be humble

Running laps in D-Town, you can feel the ground rumble

I think I feel the ground rumble

I think I hear your voice clear Elie doesn't mumble

I think I heard my own voice speaking down under

I think I'm hearing the voices when I'm deep in my slumber

I think they're telling me to take two shots in the bottom of my veins

Is it tame

Is it regulated letting everything but your brain go lame

I think that I'm an addict to the grind

I think that I was limiting my space and my time

I think that everything here was meant by design

Did I die

Did I die on that floor?

Or was I reborn to new life is that what that's for

got my homies for life yeah thats what the tat's for

Living off of honesty, what you gotta act for

Bitch my story isn't finished what you gonna clap for