I got the impression that some things were missing in them
That's one of the things I want to write about
What's missing in some people
Do you think that what's missing can be found?
I think some things can be found some things can't
Everybody's missing something
In some people those missing things are critical fatal
In better cases we can exchange what we have with what we are missing
Yeah
Got a prophecy showing the way
All these heretics lead me astray
Like a dog how I bark at the gate
Can't focus on rapping I'm too stuck on my focus
Dismantle the ye
Slide with 23 to the estate
That's two dozen f*cked up crashed out addicts
You ain't getting away
Excuse me I'm getting sick
Move out the way I'll abandon the ship
Crazy how I got a band for a zip
It's wild I got banned from the listening sessions
They couldn't handle this shit
Stint I'm long-term this not a stint
My idols they seem so vindictive
I follow suit anything to win
I lost everything just for the flips
Now I flop on the deck like a fish
All these dopamine spikes need a fix need a fix
I'm a slave and my master's a bitch
Yeah
Now I'm locked in
No wonder they went to war on drugs it's vicious
I ain't gon win
So now we locked in
Now we locked in
Surrounding myself with complacent narcissists
No wonder I feel like a king
But I'm still a bitch to the ring
Yeah not today
I'm snorting lines in the back of a Walmart parking lot
I can't show face
I sold a bag to a good friend of mine
Who's tryna get his life straight
Look at the mess I've made
No wonder I'm bringing the zombies
Nobody trust me when they awake
Now I'm locked in
Now I'm locked in
No wonder they went to war on drugs it's vicious
I ain't gon win
So now we locked in
Now we locked in
Surrounding myself with complacent narcissists
No wonder I feel like a king
But excuse me I'm getting sick