[Verse 1]
I'm wishin' that someone would take this pistol from me
But I'm all alone inside my crib, I've written some things
On a note, I hope they read it and eventually see
When I'm dead and gone they'll finally appreciate me
I guess I gotta die for them to miss me
I go online and see that they've been dissing on me
They pissed 'cause I don't call 'em when they text me
I'm a raging alcoholic, I'm addicted to speed
If this is God's plan, God damn
All the folks that I call fam
Got hands out, tryna get some money from me, I lend
Out so much and I wanna give them more to help but I can't
Nothing inside my bank account, my pocket's full of balled lint
My fans don't understand the industry, if they caught wind
How this shit really work, they'd finally see why shit did not pan
Out, I got [?] stuck inside, just watched my claw print
Carved in the wood from struggling inside this coffin
Bad things, looking at my classmates
Wishin' I was born like them and all I made was bad grades
Didn't graduate, mom and dad praised
My siblings, but I'm sitting in my bat cave
With the strap aimed
At my temple, trying to end the show
Can't write, it's like my pencil broke
My wife just tried to slit her throat
I'm looking at pics she sent my phone
I'm crying while the intro song is playing
And the tears are rolling down my face
Can't cancel, though, I wrote the fucking cancer song
To give some hope and shed light, to fight the shit instead of dying
I'd trade so they could live their life, 'cause I just take for granted mine
Don't see no speed limit signs, most people think I'm living my
Dream so I can see why they don't understand or empathize
If I was 26 then I'd be cool with time just ticking by
This ain't what I visualized when I was washing dishes, I
Figured I would get to sign a deal and count them dollar signs
Instead of followers online and poppin' xanny bars like imma
OD, feelin' like I'm snow skiing, every dollar got a coke ding
It's a [code 3?]
Hit the lights before I sniff a line, I know it's gon' sting
Puttin' holes inside my nostrils like I got a nose ring
Curtains closing on me, man I heard a ghost speak
Telling me that I was chose to tell my story, don't leave
Go lean on your fans that are lost and lock hands
Even when you at the bottom, let them know there's options
This is God's plan
I'm wishin' that someone would take this pistol from me
But I'm all alone inside my crib, I've written some things
On a note, I hope they read it and eventually see
When I'm dead and gone they'll finally appreciate me
I guess I gotta die for them to miss me
I go online and see that they've been dissing on me
They pissed 'cause I don't call 'em when they text me
I'm a raging alcoholic, I'm addicted to speed
If this is God's plan, God damn
All the folks that I call fam
Got hands out, tryna get some money from me, I lend
Out so much and I wanna give them more to help but I can't
Nothing inside my bank account, my pocket's full of balled lint
My fans don't understand the industry, if they caught wind
How this shit really work, they'd finally see why shit did not pan
Out, I got [?] stuck inside, just watched my claw print
Carved in the wood from struggling inside this coffin
Bad things, looking at my classmates
Wishin' I was born like them and all I made was bad grades
Didn't graduate, mom and dad praised
My siblings, but I'm sitting in my bat cave
With the strap aimed
At my temple, trying to end the show
Can't write, it's like my pencil broke
My wife just tried to slit her throat
I'm looking at pics she sent my phone
I'm crying while the intro song is playing
And the tears are rolling down my face
Can't cancel, though, I wrote the fucking cancer song
To give some hope and shed light, to fight the shit instead of dying
I'd trade so they could live their life, 'cause I just take for granted mine
Don't see no speed limit signs, most people think I'm living my
Dream so I can see why they don't understand or empathize
If I was 26 then I'd be cool with time just ticking by
This ain't what I visualized when I was washing dishes, I
Figured I would get to sign a deal and count them dollar signs
Instead of followers online and poppin' xanny bars like imma
OD, feelin' like I'm snow skiing, every dollar got a coke ding
It's a [code 3?]
Hit the lights before I sniff a line, I know it's gon' sting
Puttin' holes inside my nostrils like I got a nose ring
Curtains closing on me, man I heard a ghost speak
Telling me that I was chose to tell my story, don't leave
Go lean on your fans that are lost and lock hands
Even when you at the bottom, let them know there's options
This is God's plan
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