To tell the truth, I'm at a loss for friends
And I really miss my partner and dem
Why they all left me when the lights get dim
My mind made me some things and I ain't seen em since
They don't see the real me, they see me through the lens
I say that I can see the snakes through my tints
And if he ain't dying for me, he not my real kin
And I could be a millionaire if I could sell all my sins
This past month been a few L's, but sometimes I win
My soul ain't been washed in weeks, it got some lint
I've lost my mind, sometimes I get bent
I've hit the bottom a few times and still ain't found shit