Simple
It's simple
So simple
I think people just be doing shit for showing off
Not even comprehending all the shit they blowing off
I'm sick this shit so you know I'm going off
Cause in reality nobody knows what's going on
I'm obsessed with success, man, it feels like a curse
If you rest when your dead then what is the worth?
I checked what was left, yeah, right at my birth
It's that Mamba Mentality, a logical fallacy
That keeps people from jumping off the top of the balcony
Make the weak feel strong, that's a popular alchemy
Cause if the weak die off, that's a positive casualty
So if I did kill myself, why would it be tragedy?
I mean c'mon, some of the people don't even have clean water
I can't believe Nestle hasn't been convicted of manslaughter
But oh, we gotta get out sweet chocolate chips
And they feeling good because their stocks didn't dip
They got the pot at the end of the rainbow
We just wanna pot we can piss
Now pot is legal, what a odd gift
I remember when me and my friends were considered convicts
I was driving home with a **** in my backpack
Never even knew that my heart could beat that fast
Vietnam flashbacks, but I'm looking past that
There's bigger fish to fry when you're looking at the NASDAQ
Fortune 500s that properties in Baghad
I'm alone in this world (But other times)
I'm alone in the world (It seems silly)
I was sixteen with the belief I could achieve all of my dreams
Now it seems all of my demons are a part of a larger scheme
Yeah, I gotta a little older, heart gotta little colder
And I got a rap sheet that could feel up a fucking folder
But I haven't been caught for shit
Sold everything from pot to a hit
Now I'm feeling like a Pac or a Big
Because I think might go off and get shot for this shit
But you what's forreal? Here's the hypocrisy of this
I mean forreal, man, it's really kind of funny
But I think I would do literally anything for money
Imma get old Imma collect all this gold
Then in the end I'll decide the price at which I sell my soul
Got more cash then God can count, so why don't you just die?
Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke fucker
So simple
I think people just be doing shit for showing off
Not even comprehending all the shit they blowing off
I'm sick this shit so you know I'm going off
Cause in reality nobody knows what's going on
I'm obsessed with success, man, it feels like a curse
If you rest when your dead then what is the worth?
I checked what was left, yeah, right at my birth
It's that Mamba Mentality, a logical fallacy
That keeps people from jumping off the top of the balcony
Make the weak feel strong, that's a popular alchemy
Cause if the weak die off, that's a positive casualty
So if I did kill myself, why would it be tragedy?
I mean c'mon, some of the people don't even have clean water
I can't believe Nestle hasn't been convicted of manslaughter
But oh, we gotta get out sweet chocolate chips
And they feeling good because their stocks didn't dip
They got the pot at the end of the rainbow
We just wanna pot we can piss
Now pot is legal, what a odd gift
I remember when me and my friends were considered convicts
I was driving home with a **** in my backpack
Never even knew that my heart could beat that fast
Vietnam flashbacks, but I'm looking past that
There's bigger fish to fry when you're looking at the NASDAQ
Fortune 500s that properties in Baghad
I'm alone in this world (But other times)
I'm alone in the world (It seems silly)
I was sixteen with the belief I could achieve all of my dreams
Now it seems all of my demons are a part of a larger scheme
Yeah, I gotta a little older, heart gotta little colder
And I got a rap sheet that could feel up a fucking folder
But I haven't been caught for shit
Sold everything from pot to a hit
Now I'm feeling like a Pac or a Big
Because I think might go off and get shot for this shit
But you what's forreal? Here's the hypocrisy of this
I mean forreal, man, it's really kind of funny
But I think I would do literally anything for money
Imma get old Imma collect all this gold
Then in the end I'll decide the price at which I sell my soul
Got more cash then God can count, so why don't you just die?
Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke fucker
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Writer(s): Christian Thomas
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