I Wrote This At 5AM In The Las Vegas Airport

Look
I'm just tryna find a spot and get lost
Acknowledge me, I'm the big dog
Said I'm 'bout to skip work today, that's a sick call
Always goin' from green to red, that's a signal
I should probably count to 10, reminiscent
Tryna find out where the fountain is
Maybe I can make a wishlist
All this steady trolling for breakfast?
Brush your shit, bitch
Drink some water, stop hating on the next
They, pushing weight and it make me wanna flex
They, fuck the system
Put a baby on the check, for the max out
Don't 'member how we got here, take the back route
Grapplin' with the truth, I won't tap out
Mixed martial arts
We hit the ground poundin', sounds from
Alias and Righteous, quite astounding
It's real shit, the smell of failure
That's a real scent
Used to get the cut from Mr. Bennett
Switched to foots though
Was trouble, wasn't going down a good road
When you look like me, they always shook bro
She clutched the purse when she saw a teenage me
And I'm just yellin' "ACAB"
Yeah, fuck 'em
They steady sending shots on the duck hunt
Should I follow along? That's a tough one
Constantly on the mission, tryna fuck some
Staring at my hands like Van Damme
What these drugs done? It got me shook
Savor these memories and rendezvous