Intro

I don't feel good
This is a broken one
This heart is hidden
This is the feelin'
Don't open the door
Here's what's inside

It's ya boy, back up
It's time for me to show my stuff
Been goin' like I'm on the grind
Everybody wasting their time when I get one the rhymes (Aye)
Keepin' it icy like a snow storm (Aye)
Everybody tellin' me I'm gonna get old
Everybody tellin' me I better relax
I don't want to relapse with the pills in the back in backpack
Nah that's just cap, everybody tellin' me this is trap
I been going like I'm 'bout to make a banger in the studio
With the boys in the back of the hanger and we 'bout to go
Pop off, I got so much drip that they calling me a queso
Pull up to Taco Bell, get a taco
Then I'm like rolling out with the girls in the back of the Jetta 2.0
And we about to roll, down the road, everybody like "Oh no!"
Spittin' off the brim, now I'm 'bout to pop of like a cast away kid