Well, Damn

[Verse]
I gotta problem with handling my addictions
Feel they keeping me alive so, it's harder for me to quit em
So pardon me if I'm getting retarded with my decisions
Intentions were never wise or even mine to begin with
I had to buy another camera with panoramic additions
To fit my dick in the picture, it's flaccid but, they don't snicker
Cause it's hardly in frame, crazy, it's hard to sane
Richer, and awfully vain, lazy and off of the chain (dang)
I've seen beautiful people become untruthful and evil
And they abusing, confusing, and using truth and refusing to teach you
And you consume what you see and they feeding roots that'll keep you deceitful
And I'm a tock tickin, drop kickin, Glock whippin, yea
And we pop sipping, knot flipping rocks trippin damn
God with us, fought with us, caught in his hands
And I'm dropping this bar, spitting God given raps
And I'm passing this backwood, I keep attracting this gas
And I keep imagining tragic shit, manifested my past
And I won't desire no magic shit, I keep fact in my pants
And I'm gon' inspire some passionate kids that spaz when I pass