Glitch

Probably gonna die decades before my mama does
Growing up was trying to keep a buzz, no concern about a college fund
Never had skills, before this rappin gave em chills
They only hit me up for sacks, I'll let you take that how you will
Had to switch my viewpoint and put my vision in this
Try to channel my true voice and reinvent all my tricks
In remembrance of all who’ve fallen light the wick up for this
Investing every last coin I need to hit the finish with, so at least they'll kill me rich
Scared I'll end up lost in the struggle
So many settle for less, I won’t be satisfied with double what I'm dreaming
I do this for bigger reasons than Rolly's
Sick of lag and my empty wallet, this ink's for my blood and homies
You probably hanging with the police at the Dunkin eatin sprinkles
So you phony when you flowin, yet they know I'm Howard Finkel
Think I'm dissin? Pay no attention, til you in that grave so I can piss
You ain't shit, you just fuckin up the game, you's a glitch
So I guess I’m on the porch pennin patch notes
Probably end up penned up, missin court, you don’t pass go
Had it all and blew it, still don't own a fuckin smart phone
Underestimated, they assumin all my cards shown
They don’t know I'm holdin all the wild ones
What I see that got me wakin in sweat keep me from buying guns
They get it fucked up, think I voted for Trump
Ain't trying to pay for no wall, but my Nanny taught me to love
And I wish that I'd have got that way back from the first
It would have saved alot of hurt, would’ve changed alot of verses
I discovered purpose underneath the problem's convergin
Feelin like nothin's workin, cue the alcohol and the cursin
About to drop the curtains, they bluffin bout large tags
I'm trying to profit off of talkin bout slothin like Lawrence Sontag
Rondo, ballin on some college court Lonzos
Probably piss dirty post mortem like Jon Jones
Y'all ain't head honchos, only Foot Soldiers
You just act so independent when Shredder ain't here to scold ya
Otherwise can't find em with they proper as the search term
Don't even hear the crunchin when stompin on all these earthworms
She said that "I can catch I buzz off of this"
Worley got em feelin like they in the Druff with this shit
Catchin old feels, thinkin bout the come up off of Snowmill
Now everywhere I go they know that Lida flow kill like it's Darren Till
They been takin breaks? I been staying late
I'll put in all the work they never did to see a better place
For me to lay my head at without all the fuckin fighting
Feel my soul as it's flowing through all the blood that I write with
I try to resist all of this shit pulling me down again
Broken within as I look above in search of how to mend what's killing me
Still can feel effects of my villainy
Playin out as I'm pilloried for my criminal history
Y'all got forty two chains? I got forty two dollars in my wallet
How the hell I'm sposed to send a kid to college off of that
Fucking jobless at my mamas, puffin on this fine pack
Trying to find the right path to get my life back (yeah)