VERSE
My feet touch the floor
And I tell my demons wass-up
We just spent the whole night
Tryna get my bucks up
Pour a little gin
In my cup
With my breakfast
Fuck a therapist
This how I fight my depression
It's hard not to trip bout shit
I'm always stressing
Cuz Often and unexpected
Is how the world like to test me
Wonder if I could joog the AC transit for a ticket
Shave my mustache
Get free bus pass
Cuz I ain't got nuff cash
But I got family acting like I am so on
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Like you did the oracle
So you must be bout to blow
Truth be told
I ain't close
Know I got so far to go
Cuz I made off that sho what you could pick up off the flo'
And nah nah im
Not ungrateful
I just need y'all to know
I'm tired of people saying I am so slept on
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This is Donald trumps America
He do not want us woke
I swear that n*gga do not
Know how much he fucking with my hopes
I'm just a black boy
Tryna stay outta the slums
I wake up with stress
So I don't need none of yours
When you kill my vibe
I reach down in my drawer
Grab the weed out my jar
Cross my legs on the floor
And break it
Down
X2
HOOK
Help me break it down down down
Help me break it down
X2
VERSE 2 (Donte Thomas)
And I could remember days when we slept for dinner
My hours cut short so my checks was thinner
You take a few L's
What you get? A winner
So we proceed to excel the inner
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The elephant mental
Remember when I used to wanna have the essentials
But now I'm on a mission to develop credentials
And they don't wanna see me elevate
Cuz they gentle
But look what I been thru
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I used to sit up on the back of the bus
Think of passing em up
They ain't gassing enough
Pass on the trends
What you have isn't much
If your soul lack gold
Then ya passion is fucked
I ain't laughing
It's tough
Where I'm from
Niggas die
By the hands of the law
What a stab in the gut
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They around when you up
Can't be found when you down
Either swim or you drown
And get dragged in the dust
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Backwoods
On my lonely
I been
Cruising unobtrusive
Moving mileage
Who to say, that you is really out here
Pay for plays, ya shows don't look too crowded
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Swisher sweets we used to fill with sour
Used to party
Now I put in hours
Music like my second home
Without it
I'd be dead and gone or sumn childish
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Ain't nobody home
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It's McCauley Culkin zone
Man I might
DND my phone
No finding me once I'm gone
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She only like me for my Nike's
Hard to find a loyal honey
Most would likely be my wifey
Cuz my grinds potential money
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Know my ego needs some work
But that's the first step to acceptance
Sleeping on my couch, dreaming bout
A chance to spread my message
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Overthinking got me stressing
I hardly make a sound
No one around, I got some loud
And ones a crowd, lemme proceed to break it
(Down)
HOOK
