You think you know me, please You have no idea you think my life is great, shit I cover up the tears but inside my scalp, it starts a burn in hell Thoughts of hurtin myself and homicide is real But you cant tell cause im good at hiding myself I've got a lot of problems That I've never shared with no one else I've been to a lot of doctors But the shit never helps They just stuff me with the pills for all the pain that I felt And as we press the gression got me naked in depression Got me playin Russian Roulette with this smith and wesson Remeniscing back when things were still glistenin'
when things was still playin with a puzzle and pieces werent missin Those days, I miss them But those days, I kiss them Goodbye for good Those days are the old days Now lets pay the rent before you end up on the wrong day
And I'm tired of being broke I'm ready to shake you up Give me all your money bitch and that chain you've got tucked I see you flaunting all that ice You must be ballin' but I don't got shit so hang me your wallet (fades)