[ Featuring M. Stacks ]
Me and M Stacks go back to the same school bus
I had a Walkman, and scratched CD it was In Utero
In Shaker Heights, with spiked hair, and ball chain over my hoodie
Moved to Pittsburgh, fast forward five years, riding through Oakland
Me and Drew bumping Jeezy outside of another funeral, all black down to our Air Forces
Back in the Southside
I was still green as a blade of grass, pussy
I admit I said f*ck the Browns back when the Steelers won the super bowl
But let's not get off track, only God knows the recipe to my blood
Trace it to the Bronx
I don't know where I'll be in the future, but I won't stop til I'm top dawg
I promise your not calm
Welcome to my studio
Where I didn't have shit to lose, so I said f*ck it might as well rap, and never looked back
I'm followed by the Devil, don't get it confused
I practice principles, but my mind is farther gone than a f*ckin UFO
The lost child, started listening to Children Of The Corn, and got a little bit delusional
I haven't been right in the head, I started losing my mind at 12 years old it's The Yellow Ghost
I knew if I don't do something my mom would have to watch my funeral, and after surviving a brain aneurysm how could I expect her to be that strong
I'm one of the most unusual people you'll ever know
I thought that's something you should know
My thoughts are something you should see, what I wrote, is something you could visualize on a screen
I'm tryna give you the picture myself without a bitch ass label
I'm as independent as they come this is the real thing
Your whole image was built by a team
I tell stories that'll leave a chill on your bones, you'll never again see me the same way
I felt adrenaline in my veins at an early age, If your from a different side of Pittsburgh
Welcome to the east
Welcome to my pain
Welcome to my dreams
I'm seldom seen in my cage like a snake tryna sleep
The pig flashed his light right over the pills I wrapped nicely in cellophane
But it blended in and he didn't see
Then I blended into the night to feel my heart pump in the alleyways
Like a Reebok tongue
The CO's used to search for pills under my tongue and cheek
It's the real life walking dead when that fentanyl hits your vein
Made me sick watching a fiend trip on methamphetamine for days
God please save us, meditation is all I need
