Weak Stomach Caskey (Ft. mgk)

[Intro]
The Colleagues

[Verse 1: Caskey]
Coming on four years since my father died
Sometimes I wish it was a homicide
Make the pain a lil' easier to understand
Self-inflicted wounds be the sins of man
Tens of grands flourish in my pockets on a regular now
And I'm like "Word, I ain't smoking regular now"
Famous numbers all in my cellular now
Funny how the more respected I get
The more I'm in doubt with the self-loathing
Designer brand frequent on my belt and clothing
They see that as flashy, and I'm like "Word"
I see that as life's failed attempt to try and make me happy
When it seems like everything that I could guard just gon' attack me
I mean my heart got scars, my car ain't even starting
And I'm on my last dollar, man
I've been in the parking lot barred out, sipping the High Life
Contemplating taking my life
My vice has always been to try and mimic my father
And his decisions, but
Jobbin' like him just brought me them same collisions, I know
When I'm in these large crowds I get petrified
So excuse me if I step aside, I always had a weak stomach