Seltzer

[Verse:]
Who'd have thought the kid with the Ipad would turn to me
Ten for ten, dough with no dime bag
After this I don't see what's left, eye patch
You in a lazy boy, leaning back like a nice catch
Couldn't be me, young grinder with a grinder
Having nightmares of timers, alarm clocks, and fires
Been in this studio just stressing for no reason
Dresser for four seasons, cold when the sun's beaming
Hot when the wind's screaming
From Hampden to stores, feeling grand in the force
Shaking hands at your door, on your welcome mat
New challenge, I welcome that til my wrists got that Seltzer splash
I'm in that same old gang, we could never break up
Still fucking up a check and I never make much
Still got a tight circle cause I never say's "sup'"
Might throw away my meds cause they got my head fucked
I'm about to drop my GPA and an album in a bundle
I'm about to spit this verse before it ends up crumpled
Fuck