WNTMB

This my interlude, told them no more interviews My soul's been stepped and kicked, probably more than my Tennis shoes

My mental health is abused, I hide alone, I'm recluse Probably Kane more than Able, being brother's keeper ain't Cool

Trapped by the fact that I want to do better Wanna floss like the rest but I need more cheddar

Hooked to the street and the pull won't let up Got a scream free blank and you know that he did it don't want to bang a set but the hood won't let him Dogs cool to him but the world won't pet em

Validated by his peers and you know where that let him Flag in the jeans with his heart full of venom

Now he trippin, fillin' pistols up to kill Drinkin' criss and smackin' rock like Will

This Prince is fresh, he need a Uncle Phil Play the hand he dealt he bid a nil

Can't run from all that cause your life is on it You run, they kill, if they miss, they'll come back

Hands up, don't shoot How you hangin' cause you tied your noose, huh

I want to go to heaven, while living through hell Running from a jail cell