I ain't got time to hit the club and pop some bottles
I ain't got time to hit IG, DM, some models I ain't got time to say my wrist on Mitch
McConnell My demon half of the time, is me just worried
About time Cause time after time, I'm losing loved ones
I'm bottled Grief is buried inside, fear just seems to
Collide I'm trying not to overdose on my pride
Or overdose on my lies Like shit, I'm okay
Shit, nigga, I'll be alright Look, I make these sounds hoping that you hear
Me will you know the real me
I'm based off a timeline, reel me I can't rely on you to heal me
Unconscious to survival mode Ignorant to the power my rival holds
Man in the mirror, his head on a swivel Anxious about what his arrival holds
The future got me locked in the present I'm bout to break out, nigga, adios
These, niggas, ain't my friends If I was in my last days
You niggas wouldn't know, til your last days New generation skyscrapers on the last grave
Book of Earth on it's last page So let's not fake or pretend
Break off the lens, see shit for what it was And shit what it is, real life
Got you niggas booking they novelists So I talk to the man in the mirror, nigga
I'm proud of us