[Verse 1: Mez]
America said I don't look scholarly
Or like I perform lobotomies
I look more like, I'm planning on performing robberies
My hand don't get straighter but I write you an Odyssey
Filled with money, murder, hope pray it's the pain inside of me Been this way raised my hand in school i know four times two
I use it for a rap later you eight like four times two
Been absorbing life giving it back in rhymes to you
Since sneaking in momma fridge sipping on her wine coolers
No I ain't lying to you, thats before stress on my back
Before family with cancer, before somewhere strung out on crack That the US government supplied and then they put on an act
Like hood niggas had laboratories with a plane in the back
Before my niggas picked me up and I would ride gunshot
Before my boy lost 18 years from just one shot
We tied my teeth to the door, closed it when i heard pop!
My front teeth was missing like Sandra Bland side mugshot
Uh uh oh
And my smile so bloddy high oh
And my brain fried sunny side up
Feeling good i can't no higher