Anxious

I got burning Roman numerals on my face so get on back
Thought I'd make a little something for my kids to have relax
It's the thought of being lonely that gon kill me more than cash
Cause I'm buying time to think about just where I'm taking rap songs
777 on my mothafucking face, bitch
Jump around the gun so much that I'm becoming anxious
How the fuck can I be nice about the business game shit?
All you do is roll the dice while I be making placements
Plus you just a photocopy of the shit they eating up
I was saving dollars from them Fridays just to eat my lunch
This is nothing new, I know we all done came from bottom floor
I just think it's helping to express and write these songs some more
If you think that standing up and making changes ain't a thing
Then you must be one that's out the mind and hanging on the brink
Tell these motherfuckers how you feel and what you really think
Tell these motherfuckers how you feel and what you really think



Credits
Writer(s): Treyton Lilley
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