Shelf Life
I hate myself and everyone else
I hate myself and everything else
The trash is overflowing
I like it but don't show it
Danger to myself I only work when overwhelmed, well
I got my shit together
Car clean, room clean
Plastic beach, new thing
Found myself a new scene
Disappointed, disrespected
Rejected, misdirected
Dejected with depression
Call my name cuz I don't got reception
I hate myself and everyone else
I hate myself and everything else
Text sent, no winky face
I've been in the sunken place
Looking for another place
I don't recommend it
It isn't very pleasant
Devil on my shoulder I swear I don't represent him
Every time I get money I'm thinkin bout spending it
They don't like my flow cuz they never hear the end of it
Gettin to the bread not no crackers Ritz n shit
Fresh as hell skating doin kick flips
Money, hoes, lean, that's all a real nigga need
All of YSL in jail, RIP Lil Keed
Gettin kills Call of Duty check the kill feed
Need nicotine I'm a real fiend
Big diamonds on my hand you can't afford a real ring
I take all the smoke and whatever it bring
Money sounds out the wallet all you hear is ka-ching
Rolling up in the Benz boy you in a Honda Civic
I'm really out here in the streets getting grimy on the cement
Bitch I'm a God, for your sins you better repent
You on yo mama porch we deep in the trench
Shawty I just some neck you can't catch a hint
Gimme poom poom ugly stupid bitch
Used to pick up twigs in the yard now I tote real sticks
I hate myself and everything else
The trash is overflowing
I like it but don't show it
Danger to myself I only work when overwhelmed, well
I got my shit together
Car clean, room clean
Plastic beach, new thing
Found myself a new scene
Disappointed, disrespected
Rejected, misdirected
Dejected with depression
Call my name cuz I don't got reception
I hate myself and everyone else
I hate myself and everything else
Text sent, no winky face
I've been in the sunken place
Looking for another place
I don't recommend it
It isn't very pleasant
Devil on my shoulder I swear I don't represent him
Every time I get money I'm thinkin bout spending it
They don't like my flow cuz they never hear the end of it
Gettin to the bread not no crackers Ritz n shit
Fresh as hell skating doin kick flips
Money, hoes, lean, that's all a real nigga need
All of YSL in jail, RIP Lil Keed
Gettin kills Call of Duty check the kill feed
Need nicotine I'm a real fiend
Big diamonds on my hand you can't afford a real ring
I take all the smoke and whatever it bring
Money sounds out the wallet all you hear is ka-ching
Rolling up in the Benz boy you in a Honda Civic
I'm really out here in the streets getting grimy on the cement
Bitch I'm a God, for your sins you better repent
You on yo mama porch we deep in the trench
Shawty I just some neck you can't catch a hint
Gimme poom poom ugly stupid bitch
Used to pick up twigs in the yard now I tote real sticks
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Writer(s): Jimmy Rozier
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