кровь из носа strugglin'

You dont know the way i’m strugglin

You don’t know how hard I try to fit myself in all these frames

Meds just hardly can outsmart me

So I still hate when It’s too crowdy and especially around my plate



I just need some more pills to control my shit

To control my shit, to control my shit

I just need some more pills to control my shit

To control my shit, to control my shit



My chest plate is home-sweet-home for a big and ugly piece of rock like this

I wonder why I let the world around me treat my heart like this?

How fast I became like on of them lames, that never reflect the bad things?

Sometimes, I felt like a sort of a dead man, I put a skull on my left wrist



But let’s just clarify about me

I’m the DIY-project that was assembled by me

I’m designed, I’m updated, and none of that shit was free

Solo-dolo, from the first to the last detail I picked



And I’m Burj Khalifa above you

Pop some Lilly pillies to remember them all, now it’s time to say «fuck you»

Pop some Xanax-Xanax to amaze so-called adequate individuals

Look at me, look like I’m fucking around, see, I don’t touch my residuals



My flow is like Temp V and I’m Billy Butcher

Cleaning the tab, I took away somebody’s near future

Cuz while they throwing stones at my career, I’m rappin’ real

I’m bout to do some real drill here



You dont know the way i’m strugglin

You don’t know how hard I try to fit myself in all these frames

Meds just hardly can outsmart me

So I still hate when It’s too crowdy and especially around my plate



I just need some more pills to control my shit

To control my shit, to control my shit

I just need some more pills to control my shit

To control my shit, to control my shit