Guitar Hero

Ain't been out this room all week
And everyday the sun is up before I fall sleep
I know either way I'm sinking, why not in the Maldives
Instead it's in my head, because these, thoughts deep
Uh, I don't wanna work a nine-five
Try get rich, or in the process I'll die
Whoever said its lonely at the top, I think they lied
If life wasn't such a bitch, then maybe she would be my wife
I thank God that I don't look like half the shit that I survived
I'm the chosen one, no that cannot be compromised
I won't back down
I was fighting demons in my mental, but I'm back now
Who knew this yellow pencil could've turned me to a cash cow
I can't find a bitch on Instagram without her ass out
Just like a blunt, the way these hoes be getting passed round
He listen to Sosa, lil bro thinking that he black now
Like stop tryna be gansta, we all know that's not your background
Taylor, when I heard you passed away, I nearly passed out
Its hard to answer, when I say it, and they ask how
Cj had the type of loyalty, that you could brag bout
They took my boy from me, its even worse cause he was dad bound, un

Kody hid his heart, to let his wounds show
R.I.P. to Dimion, put realest on his tombstone
Aye if you don't cut the grass, it won't bloom bro
Its not more than two genders, swear this generation doomed bro
Young nigga slaving for a chain, for a chain
Ma look what your dropout, done became, he became
I really tried to tell 'em, I was him in dumbest terms
Me not sorry, I'm the shit, I make a hater stomach turn

Send JT my latest record, did I make I it, did I miss
He went bro you gotta gift, like its December twenty-fifth
Swear we love to sit and laugh about the hoes we used to hit
Member Target runs, we grabbed a box of trojans and some chips
If her friend ain't gotta man, he know I'm throwing that assist
We was scooping in his yota, with the motor needing fixed
Pain is universal
I don't like committing
She like, boy who hurt you
I respond, who didn't
Forever free Dimari
Bro I'm sorry
Sorry I ain't visit you not once, it rip apart me
I miss when we used to play 2k, or hit a party
Or hooping at Lafayette, even tho you couldn't guard me
Real shit

Kody hid his heart, to let his wounds show
R.I.P. to Dimion, put realest on his tombstone
Aye if you don't cut the grass, it won't bloom bro
Its not more than two genders, swear this generation doomed bro
Young nigga slaving for a chain, for a chain
Ma look what your dropout, done became, he became
I really tried to tell 'em, I was him in dumbest terms
Me not sorry, I'm the shit, I make a hater stomach turn, un