Lookin in the mirror
Doin 90 on the highway
I swear to god
I haven't seen myself in 5 days
How i'm always at the wrong time right place
Why you acting sideways
F*cker check your mind state
Play the hand with which you're dealt
And keep ya shit together
Like the buckle on ya belt
Slapping 20's in chavelles
Stacking C notes like chanel
Now we back up in the basement
Roll the camera and an L
F*ck it
I might have to kick the bucket
And everybody wonders why
But please don't
Get me started on the subject
They calling me a menace to the public
Because I took the string of life
Measured it twice
And then I cut it
Deja vu I've said it before
That my chain is made of gold
Like I won an award
And this life that i'm living
Is one i can't live anymore
Arrested by my mental battles
I'm a prisoner of war, yeah
(I'm a prisoner of war, yeah)
(I can't do this anymore, yeah)
(I'm a prisoner of war, yeah)
(I can't do this anymore, yeah)