Stick to Drawing

Now this goes out to every motherfucker claiming that they know me
All you motherfuckers from high school listen closely
While you were in the front bothered by me on the low
Me and all my inner demons in the back were getting cozy

No one understood me, only had a couple homies
Me, myself, and I playing ring around the rosie
Had a girlfriend, but all she ever did was show me
The attention she could get when she was feeling kinda lonely

Fellas in her phone, she can fuck when I go home
If I left her ass alone for a second, yeah she told me
I really need to grow up, or hit the fucking road
If I buy another rose, cause she want a purse from Coach

She a crazy mother fucking bitch, she like to see me suffering
I saw it in her eyes, ironically, when she was sucking dick
Try to hide a lie, but her face'll tell me what it is
No amount of makeup she'd apply would be enough to cover it

I said, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
See, they acting real different when I'm at my tip-top
Bitch, stop, or the Glock click clocks
If you think you got ties with me, it's a slipknot
When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop
And the fellas psyched out, cause they ain't know the kid talks
Tick-tock, go the clock, we ain't making pit stops
See my heart iced out, mother fuck your wristwatch

Yeah, to you, this been a gimmick, but I do this to vent
And no, I do not give a fuck about who is the best
More like who it affects, I see you do this for checks
But boy, I do this shit to loosen up the noose on my neck

It's been a struggle, where the fuck were you when I was in that fucking garage
When my whole family was on their knees praying to God
When we were losing everything and couldn't help but wonder why
Where were you when all my dreams were a fucking mirage

Nah, fuck you and your friendship, I don't need that
I see you all up in my mentions, like, "follow me back"
Say you "struggle with depression" and you "fucking with my message"
I ain't buying none of that shit, where my receipts at?

Boy, you told me that I wouldn't ever be shit
Wrote my first song, said you didn't wanna read it
Told you that I rap, said you really can't see it
But I bet you really can't now, you too far up in the fucking bleachers

Boy, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
See, they actin' real different when I'm at my tip-top
Bitch, stop, or the Glock, click-clocks
If you think you got ties with me, it's a slipknot
When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop
And the fellas psyched out, cause they ain't know the kid talks
Tick-tok, go the clock, we ain't makin' pit stops
See my heart iced out, mother fuck your wristwatch

I said, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
See, they actin' real different when I'm at my tip-top
Bitch, stop, or the Glock, click-clocks
If you think you got ties with me, it's a slipknot
When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop
And the fellas psyched out, cause they ain't know the kid talks
Tik-tock, go the clock, we ain't makin' pit stops
See my heart iced out, mother fuck your wristwatch