[Verse 1]
I can feel a couple of people underestimate me; I hear a prophet don't get respect in his own city, but, Young Dohouse never take the norms and excuses; I can only take a risk if it's worth taking
I've weighed the gain and losses and the loss is heavy, that's the reason why you haven't seen me back in Gidi; plus the city is an experience and I've had it; people glorify the money so I had to chase it
Now I'm tryna free my mind of those influences; get it out of being controlled by trends or dead history; recently a nigga's mental health has been in question; self aggrandizement, delusions, and altered perception
Fuck it, those are bunch of grammar for the school of thought; I can think how I want, there's no rule of thought
Only wanted to be bold but I end up reckless; since my bank account got froze I'd been feeling restless; not a pretext, I just hate the money lying useless, I'd been running into debts when I just started business
I know people going to try to use these words against me; only thing I get from hustle is to walk round flexing, got arrested and a cop commented on my long sleeves
People call me blood on Facebook but don't even know me
[Verse 2]
Boy, you dissed on Icris in your hating feels, saw you going in on Em and coveting kicks; don't wanna see niggas do better then just leave the scene; you're bitching, you're salty and you make me sick
Look, you ain't got no sauce; boy, you talk too much, if you want to get some shine then grind and stop acting tough, you've been bragging bout lil stripes you earned like three years ago, going ham on the internet, you' broke and out of control
Fuck your feelings, nigga, get the bag or get out of my face
Leave the mobile phone, get the money phone; don't be rapping bout no paper if you ain't getting none; heard you talking bout you sad and you going numb; putting energy in wrong shit and going nuts, guess it's the reason why the people wrap you up in knots, stack that paper and just count it when you getting bored, when you getting bored, and stop being a bore
[Interlude]
It's real shit; stop being a bore, you know; Saint Lykhov
[Verse 3]
I lost my mind and I didn't know it; I lost my juice I was sipping dirty; looking dirty while I'm talking dirty; now I'm feeling like I need to dead it; love the feeling when she call me daddy; I got cocky cos I got lil fettys
Blew blunt with the junkies; started fiending for the skunkie; drowning in the bullshit but I thought that I was stunting
Yeah, the family told me and a nigga tried to warn me; I thought he was salty bout the way I was outsourcing
It was subliminal till I walked naked on you like it's porneia; now I admit it that the nigga's psycho; a bitch don't mind though
She just told me that she want a hundo; reverend told me that I need the Bible; I'm just tryna get my life together; doctor told me that it last for ever; that means I will have to fight for ever; everybody has to fight for ever; I'm a soldier and my only rival
Super sane in this bitch