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[Chorus]
Wake up in a marked room
If you really gonna rush me, imma r2
Nobody let you down cause they don't have the heart to
They think its over n' finished
When I'm just sober and mimic
You're never over your image when there's a part two

[Verse 1]
I always see em' relaxed
How they ain't stressin' bout some shit they said that's stuck in the past
Like shit man, why I always feel like shit man?
Hitman, I'm never dodging brief I'm sick man (Uh)
I'm talking too much shit, or too little
I'm up at like lunch, my hunch is I'm crippled
I'm packing my pistol, aim at my enemy
Mentally too brittle, my shame is my melody

[Bridge]
Too much, too much, too much
Fuck around for a year I ain't doing too much (Ohh)
Too much too much, too much
Stuck around cause of fear think I'm losing my touch (Ohh)
Still spinning, stuck in my cycle while homies still winning
They can stay high though, I can stay grinning
I'm facing myself, don't think that it's finished

[Chorus]
Wake up in a marked room
If you really gonna rush me, imma r2
Nobody let you down cause they don't have the heart to
They think its over n' finished
When I'm just sober and mimic
You're never over your image when there's a--
Marked room
If you really gonna rush me, imma r2
Nobody let you down cause they don't have the heart to
They think its over n' finished
When I'm just sober and mimic
You're never over your image when there's a part two

[Verse 2]
Lil' bitch, lil' bitch
Still crying about same shit
Never stop complaining how nobody know my name yet
I could give a fuck about fame but keep talking
The more that you whine the more that I'm mocking, bitch

[Outro]
Lil' bitch, lil' bitch (Uh)
Lil' bitch, lil' bitch (Uh)
All of my friends own a stick! (Aye)
[?] get hit! (Aye)
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye-- oh the song's over