Rolled off of the bed, woke up on the floor
I think that I'm hearing some banging at the door
Try to get up and I'm already feelin' sore
The sounds from outside, tryna start a fucking war
Streetlights flickering, my feet blistering
I just wanna take a piss, why they outside, loud as shit?
Head downstairs, fuck, the door's open
Whoever that is, could you please just dip?
You're freaking me out and I just wanna make another hit, got the lab in the crib
And y'know I can spit
Gun to my back, guess he got inside
"I'm tired of watching you fuck up every night, so I'd rather watch you die, agh"
Paralyzed, fuck, I think he's right
It's like he's in my mind, but I wanna fight
Do I turn my back and try to kick his ass?
Get some blood on my hands
Too scared to light up the gas
Now I'm back in my head
And I'm on the edge
Fucking screamin' to death
At all the people I've met
And then my voice, whoa, it stops right in its tracks
The knife is dripping in my hands, my vision fading to black
Corner of my eye and I see another guy
Got me fucked up by the look in his eyes
Got me thinking 'bout the bitches tryna burn the mission that I'm wishin' to existence, wanna be the difference, gotta listen to it
Mouth runnin' fast as these thoughts in my brain
Fuckers in the house always sayin' the same
"You're not meant for shit, the weird kid in school who has no future, no time to waste"
They put me in a lock like the feelings in my chest
Kickin' at the ribs 'till there's nothin' left
I'm losing all the urge to beat them dead
I think they're bouta take my head
They fucking up the booth, now they rippin' out my throat
I'm reachin' for my phone
"Come see what they wrote
It's all facts, you're worthless, trash, you'll always be ass, a pass, and broke"
Now I'm fed up, so I launch an attack
On the dude on my ass with the gun to my back
Take a kick to his sack, then he falls down flat
Got a blade from the stack, stick it straight in his abs
He's coughing up red, now on to the next
Killer being killed, feel like Wick, well dressed
Third sneaks in, gets me right in the head
"This is what you get for hating your friends"
Paralyzed, fuck, I think it's time
I think he's smiling wide 'cause I've lost the fight
Do I turn my back? Try to kick his ass?
Get some blood on my hands
Too weak to light up the gas
Now I'm back in my head
And I'm on the edge
Fucking screamin' to death
At all the people I've met
And then my voice, whoa, it stops right in its tracks
The knife is dripping in my hands, my vision fading to black