Living Hell

If I never make it out the bottom would you love me still ?

Having conversations with bystanders, but it's nothing real

You done said a lot, but you ain't never asked me how I feel

Tryna keep composure, tryna keep myself from poppin' pills

Why they keep on callin' while I'm countin' bills ?

I keep losing service deep off in the hills

Bronem still been shipping packs off in the mail

Walk around with them thigh pads through a living hell

Anti-vouching, that's the motto, I told bronem that I got em

I keep dope in baby bottles, I keep gassing it full throttle

They helped when you was down and now you up and you forgot em