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[Verse 1: Melrose]

I'm sorry for all of my disappointments
Caused because expectations ain't met
I know i ain't make it just yet
And that fact makes you upset
But please have faith in me
Lately i don't have faith in myself
I still have faith left in us
Just put more faith into wealth
I'm facing blunts to get over the fact
I'll never get over the fact my grandma is ashes
And ever since the passing I been passive
Barely my passing classes
'cuz i ain't never get see her in that casket
My last bitch said i got issues like Maxim
Ironic she was a centerfold
Now I'm rhyming like Maruchan sitting in a bowl
Chakra at it's pinnacle
You Bardock if I'm Frieza-cool
I'm Zarbon wheezing hard But its often from spliffs
'Cuz they get the same treatment dirty cartridges get
I'm inhaling like the guts of the guitarist just sit
Puffing loud as car alarms when they hardly get hit
Not a Harley can't handle these bars with a grip
Only holy thing about me is the parts that is pierced
Sunday service i was silent Jesus harder to hear
Unless its Based God telling me to cook that bitch
Now watch me chef
Hoe Kimono coming off inside the dojo
And all these niggas claim they pulling cards like Yugi Moto
But all i have to hide is my pride and my hash
Everything else is apparent like a mom or a dad