Rated Oakland - GQ

Door slammed in my face, tired from tryna chase

Bold enough to play Marco Polo and Jason Lake

I lost faith like 12 times, fuck you think I’m on my mind

I don’t get no fuckin sleep I’m starin at my fucking blinds

Every fucking night, the morning I’m dealin with migraines

See things for how they are, colors in my eye change

Dirty job wash my hands, college kids poppin' xans

I ain’t got no rocks to sell, might call me to rock some bells

Write a verse and change a light

Spit some more change it twice

Drink my fuckin pain away I’m always on like Vegas nights

My nigga from the Nola told me, «boy your flow like Cajun spice»

Work ethic impeccable, you would think I train with Rice

I been blastin' off for months, lookin out for higher stakes

If heaven ain’t gon' let me in I pray they got some higher gates

Find a space and hope you fit, less you take the more you miss

It’s a dog-eat-dog world, lock you up and throw you strips

I blanked out don’t even care no more

This shit ain’t even fair no more

We can’t converse you situation don’t concur

I ain’t stressin' off that bitch, that’s more for her

This room closing in on me

Me and my chance lookin' slim homie

The wind on me I might just get carried away

Roll rocky bad turn make the chariot sway

Magic carpet took me like librarians try to book me

Stand by my side I’m lookin for cookie

Where they gonna put me, my

I can’t wait unitl my days chill

Killin' off my vibe a few, bow to you

Down to earth but do some shit that fly to you

I’m more passionate, shield broke more glass in it

What cloth was I cut by, a fabric tip

I’m mad as shit, nose cold, heart heavy

They went from not given a fuck to tryna drop confetti

Tell granny I get it now lotta folk who I ain’t talk to in some years

Lookin' at they phone like «should I hit him now?»