[Verse 1] I'm an off beat nigga, annoying to kinda live by mastered arts of no emotion, shit I gotta get by attitude is polar, either calm or goin overboard but then I'm over beats on the boards, written over borders ..catchin a hell of a writers block, got me backtrackin so I'm rollin, out in the night alot, grey backpack and snapchattin, snackin on that Sourdough Jack sandwich on the tablet, beat snatchin, wastin bandwitdh, take advantage been a savage...since before I hit my growth spurt they say I got no chill, 'cause my netflix don't work I ain't no witty nigga I just come off as a smartass so I'm downplayed, while they givin Vine rappers a hall pass nigga all you critics suck a dick, how you get the nerve are twitter fingers, trigger fingers? either way I'm flippin birds if life's up for grabs, I got this 5 finger discount I grind, makin this count [Hook] Gettin high, gettin high... Gettin by, gettin by... Gettin high, gettin high [Verse 2] When life's a bitch, I dont put my foot down, I lay the hands ..Like im the dominate and you aint fix to change the plans Im tryna get it set, my downfalls im tryna fight that With all this time invested, then these 100's make it right back And money isnt everything, but it damn sure comes close Its caused a flock of groupies just to stand up in the front row Its handed me the upmost reason to fill my head up tho Let it flow, steppin to push, when it came to fresher blows Got em askin "whoisflxtch" i guess I'll have to let em know An ageless rastafarian lookin brother with reckless flows My name has a such a ring to it, no one knows whats before that Wasnt cut from same cloth from whos hangin, they had to draws back ..I hope the peace increases, cuz the iron make em fold nigga standin on that grail, greatest story ever told ...Who said Im lame, and I aint cool enough? ...cuz for a lame nigga, Im cool as fuck [Hook]

[Verse 1] (Flxtch!) I'm the person that just don't fit in (shut up) nah I'm lying I'm the coolest nigga ever 'cause I'm focused on the grind thought I'm out the ordinary but they got an open mind my appearance at a 20, self esteem is at a 5 catch me talkin' all this jive like "the world don't accept me now" knowin' damn well I'm gettin' numbers in my cell phone now I'm a realist, niggas hate when I'm so honest now and if they don't agree then that fucker is out the closet now shouting ad hominems, that's unnecessary using big words and shit, that's unnecessary flippin' everybody else's hook, that's expected of me takin' all the credit for the jip, now that is reckless of me that ain't never stop me before, I do anything for the fame and shine unpredictable and predictable easily at the damn time "walkin' contradiction" that's at least what's said by niggas well they kinda right, 'cause havin' them around is a contradiction oh I went there, who cares? niggas ain't got no feelings niggas don't know my struggle, they don't know what I gotta deal with I don't need no self pity, I'm self centered as fuck, nigga [Hook] This is for the self appreciated (Blues x5) (x2) Head up high, self esteem is down low I don't show my confidence, my self esteem is down low, oh This is for the self appreciated... [Verse 2] (ComPL3xX) Ginseng all in my tea, I'm sad ginseng all in my tee, I'm swagged ginseng called on me, wash all the hurt off me I don't feel sad no mo, I'm good homie oh lorrrrd! I'm so jubilant on (?) I'm a hooligan sippin' on that juice again, said I was in a good mood, oh man I'm lyin' in the booth again, I'm cryin' in the booth again existential pop songs just creep out of my mind and these sounds will survive til' 3005 and I ain't even write this, it just seeped out of my eyes and I wonder why can't I cry money, instead of these lines and I don't wanna rap, I just want what comes from the grind Baby be my groupie, let me cry inside your coochie teardrops on her legs, teardrops on the bed and you can't tell that I ate, 'cause my face already wet I cry during sex, not after, roleplay is the ex of my last girl (shut up, shut up) I don't care about your past girl just sit on these teardrops on my eyes and make a splash girl just give me that ass girl, but you can't have my phone password [Hook]

[Verse 1] Priorities is fucked up because my mind is hashed so my sanity is fucked up hooked on trees like I'm Bob Ross up in this bitch reekin' Grimace Purp so my moms is awful sick of it always talked a definite, when I run out I'm finna quit but fuck I always find my ways back to Dutch's hittin' it lately seein' visions and, I think I got some demons in me causin' my depression muh'fuckas at a feedin' frenzy ...fam be seeing better traits in me I don't be seeing so I'm out screamin' "I ain't shit!" like I'm spoken reasons yet, if I can find my way up out this giant whirl spin but findin' motivation is harder than findin' girlfriends fuck if I know, I'm in my mid-20's lookin' like I'm fresh up out of college, maturity level not as high wakin' every mornin' really hopin' that I got it right instead of staring at the mirror loathing 'cause I got no pride [Hook] I'm not so used to all this growin' up I'm not so used to all this growin' up time is movin' too fast I'm kinda slow in my path, so I ain't used to all this growin' up [Verse 2] See the way I try to put shit in a reasonable act or somethin' hide behind the lies as if I'm speakin' up some fact or somethin' think that I just rap for nothin? this year that is the case still fuckin' heated these days I'm missin' gigs for graveyard shift ...just because I'm still bus'n it with tap cards, always payin' 25 a month and shit but I been so complacent I just take the day and run with it then crawl into my janky bed like nothin' much has come from it I don't pay for food but I would it waste it on some grams tho boxed inside my covers, windows open, curtains dragged low lookin' like the crack house from "Don't Be A Menace" while I'm zombie'n, my eyes bloodshot, red tinted Still pissed, mood swings, sockin' holes up in these thin walls shoddy ass memory of snakes that was involved quickly sobered up mid-scene with a quick pause I'm slackin' on priorities again, it's been tipped off [Hook] [Bridge] but how can I remain an un-altered mind for all that's transpired? nothin else to do its only fell flat and I ain't payed rent in a minute my nigga and I ain't payed rent in a minute my nigga

I'm just a novice just spittin bollocks for profit and gettin dollars for wallets to weight it down on my pockets no apologies have the crowd come applaud for me couldn't body me, obviously, anyone got a problem? watch my floetry, any skill isn't close to me no one close to approachin me, nor they over my whole squad we're MSCNDC, and out displayin misconduct these twitter fingers don't want us, we runnin without ya faux blogs these bloggers on the fences actin complicated brolic, then they run for the fuckin hills like they iron maiden wonder if rappers done came up off of this madness to look appealing to masses while stickin to your persona you ain't feelin me muh'fucka, well tough shit complain to Ms. Lewinsky my nigga 'cause I don't suck dick get up off that [high] horse, you runnin lip on that dumb shit rubbin me the wrong way isn't nothin you wanna/one wish translation I be lampin on the tempo the level i build is 10 fold, an alchemist with the pen tho who would still deny from all the talent that they see in me cohesively they drop my name the most like Im a Cena meme ...Cue the fuckin horns, cue the Fanfare, about to have the game up in my hands like a handheld Niggas salty for a handout they want they hands held Press me for press for your tape, I'm layin hands, hell SLUMP GANG x4

[Verse 1] (Flxtch!) Tunnel vision, I'm emerging from the sheets, I'm laid out Opened eyes to vinyl record tunes, scrapped the tapes out Hennessy shots got me thinking of events that's played out Intoxicated, seeing double now I'm seeing trouble Dancing with the liquor, her name was Jaqueline Last name Daniela, black outfit and she passing me By like the Pharcyde last I've seen, 11 after Body like the same coke bottle I was chasing after til i closed the lids out, losing balance, breath blowing Yawning from the Riff Raff, in my j's tip toe'n didn't notice glasses refilling and now I'm diving in it Drowning in them swimming pools, hol' up I'm feeling seasick fast forward all I hear is nails up on a chalkboard With reverb and an echo and its blaring out hardcore With no willpower to sober up, tryna get to walking ..migraines because a lust after some liquor got me Drinks up in my system, its the reason I woke up like this [Verse 2] (pizza boy) When I turn 21 I continue to not drink they passed me the alcohol menu, did not peek passed out sober, woke up to this live beat like how did I get here? I only sip tears every birthday I toss a glass back cheers to being older, still not knowing where the cash at I ain't got no money, put it on my tab tho I'll pay it when the people stop thinking I'll be rapping, that's a bad joke and all that Wayne listening when I was 14 that's started this dream, leads to the moolah promised I need this tonic in the meantime, bar keep top it off with this self pity, here's my card need it on the rocks too, with that ice on the rim and an umbrella straw, keep the lights going dim (yo pizza slow down on that shit) It's lit! Happy birthday to me...

[Verse 1] If I see em then they may have to duck fool do a little favor and they got nerve to duck you Coming at em humble and they focused to run you See I'm meal for all these vultures actin like they add to my rewards looking kinds of fishy, want for me to say whats mine is yours Subliminal dissing, I don't know what you expected think they just only pay visit, and capitalize, for granted I'm taken Still pretending that I'm one you steady loyal to? You fugazi, 100 proof. All bitch, surely true for tryna to pull one over on me, I wouldn't pull a punch And goons will slump em, if we brushing past, lemme paint a picture thought they was boys I guess they'd target anybody close Epitome of sus, its all exposed and clear and copy, posted ..never going far places on a quick scheme ..niggas got me fucked up for tryna gip me that horseshit, you can miss me [Hook] Fucking with these leeches... (It's hard to even chill with niggas) acting like they needed... (looking at me like a meal, these niggas) Should of known along, I was trusting on the wrong Now I'm trapped with all these leeches... [Verse 2] Bum niggas always playing like I'm sum'n soft Hoes tryna suck my energy after they sucked me off I don't owe you niggas nothing, look me in my eyes king you couldn't milk me for less than my worth, let the cries scream Its not my job to baby these children, they not my offspring Know you despise me, stupid reason not to like me Traits, they got it backwards these days with their "bi" purpose only bitches switch emotions, but niggas go vice versa They didn't fuck with dog until someone got eyes up on em left em while I'm going strong, got motives, I blow em off Tell these hoes to knock it off. You scheming with the lies drawn on em Boasting while they blowing smog, so greater need to tone em off This the type of things that I will speak ain't working... Its left me weak uncertain, bitch I ain't no people person... Pushing buttons, niggas got the game twisted tryna cheat code And turn around and blame for why peer support doesn't seek those We see the fraud in them, give no attention to these con artists I give these scammers cold elbows i would Ron artists I been patient I can only take so much venom From snakes out here biting, poison's what I get from em [Hook]

[Intro] Trade away, trade away... Trade away, trade away... Wishful thinkin strike me everyday... hopin' I can get away But you won't catch me wishin on a star... because they never visit here Same ol shit just happens everyday... same rotation goes as I done stayed Stuck inside this gap and years have passed... what I'm doin waitin here? ... [Verse 1] Thought I started coming to from a pot brownie coma looking left and right, tryna hop on the moment and I noticed, around this same time I wasn't lone just thought of homie also blacking out, he wasn't sober and this setting ain't familiar so I'm tracing my steps couple of fiends wanted to meet up so we came to collect but they had other some other plans, pulling way disrespect I said that's $35, this base head was banging a tech the homie got his ass, while he was aimed with a 45 on em the other fiend tried to sneak him, I poked whole knives on em socked him, then a butt to my head, clearly collapsed quick 3rd nigga hidden all in the cut on some rat shit I'm fading, saw nathan but a flash like a call waiting I think they got him, palpitating now I'm all awakened can't find shit up in this desolate house "yo sick, where you at?" I'm asking with a hell of a shout [Verse 2] couldn't see a lick of nothing 'cause this house is dim to all hell I don't see nothing going well, the corners filled with small shells and dry blood on walls, damn, all I thought was goddamn these fuckers really off'd fam and sent him next to Nas man now I'm a find em and be sure y'all got an ill will on y'all hands I need answers, y'all druggies have taken it far, planned to spark cans, only to rob xans, you barred out fam if Sick wasn't slipping then them tweakers would of just got blammed on the kitchen cabinet I see that same 45 still remember getting pistol whipped it straight comes to mind so if that 3rd nigga around I'm a relay the outcome... by any means necessary I'm a lay the malcom... dead body in the next room, "sick I'm comin to get you" turn it over, ain't him, shit now to figure my next move the body was the nigga that I was declaring death to ... with no one in the house, I evacuated the scene tried to think back to why the hell homie deserted me but then it hit me, that shot was his 45, the 2 fled then sick was thrown in jail cuz the blast alerted the feds, ooh

Life ain't got no meaning, if you don't mean it Rock bottom I've seen it, money's got me steady fiending [Verse 1] Once dressed up , like I was homeless guy, barely even getting looked at Rapped about getting work and I ain't, rarely seen them checkbooks, lacked Any fortune, and I just notice why I ain't eating much, only cooked scraps Ramen noodle stay boiling guy, broke as fuck wasn't good, that's 'cause Days like these made me throw the towels, all that flowed was dry cash Damn near woulda off'd myself, but I'm too broke to even try that Cali life expensive rates, bitch I got expensive tastes got my own habits I'm dealing with. My wallets not extensive raised in a city, where we wasn't, given shit, and them law niggas, never will, give a shit... Still we getting it, living that, lavish life, give no 4th, of a fuck, to these hackers iite... Lazy hoes, with their eyes, on my visa, that would fuck a nigga for a slice of pizza And a smoke out session and some validation, bitch yo way of thinking need some calibration 'Cause these fuck niggas, got the game twisted, up in the, way of my, cash flow... Too many names, that I ain't mention, too many miles, travel fast tho... Life game fucked up boy, what you think I rap for I was flat broke, now I'm spending reckless, tryna make it fit in, like a game of Tetris [Hook] Life ain't got no meaning, if you don't mean it Rock bottom I've seen it, money's got me steady fiending Money's got me steady fiending Rock bottom I've seen it, money's got me steady fiending Dollar Dream, Dollar Dream, Dollar Dream (X3) Money's got me steady fiending [Verse 2] Since Im gettin it, I've been a target (target) I've known it since gunnin for stardom niggas with problems, and tryin to start em, reachin, they be plottin, prayin, i ain't out the hood (out the hood) Infiltrate the rich, and make myself richer, was poor as fuck, so I was, Robin hoods ..Baby, they think Im a star, its like I just, hit the lotto, think I got it good I be spendin like it is a holiday, paper genie, my wishes, I grant today I been makin duckets, since them college days, livin off of pussy, and financial aid bad bitches at my bank homie, that was years ago, aint no fakin homie And now everything earned, you aint takin from me, or them shottas, will use them, AK's and gun em Ooooh they chasin for it, oooh they chasin for it 100's makin it rain on em, bitches Im hailstormin Fresh to death pissed the devil off, cold day in hell, froze it flexin away, who want it? Cuz flexin' my main motive Money itself, aint the root of evil, its the greed up in them that, control the actions there is no relaxin, bands over bands, every time I cash in, couldnt fit my stackings everytime i pack em, in them travel bags...so much countin, I can buy numbers Of my dolla dream, dolla dream, dolla dream, with my spendin habits, Im a buy a bundle [Hook]

[Verse 1] (Flxtch!) Ayo listen up! This the part when I can say all Mr. Optimistic with the words I'm goin straight off Can't stand still, makin moves, ass stay hauled In the game I'm hittin to score I'm Junior Seau Curvin niggas blockin from Flxtcher climbin the great wall Music has me blind from the obstacle, call it Ray Charles Pay close attention to catch it when I just make bars a nazi dictator with lines, I just got 8 off (Adolf) (oh c'mon, nothin?) you ain't connect that last line then you can forfeit overheads an understatement, lyrics reach the orbit simple niggas mopin, well, that's because they're simple doc up the hill with bottles of Jack, movin so nimble doc "I ain't feelin this nigga" you could be sniffin rock Life's a gamble for days and I stay to hit the slots you checkin if my time is up? you better check ya watch control the world, no Dio when the seconds stop (Za Wardo!) I used to always rap about a whole lotta random shit but nowadays I rap a whole lotta random shit Online I'm scopin out a whole lotta fatter chicks get a quick nut and then I just smoke off a cancer stick I'm a whole race of sick, sars and aids mixed in one pussy? I ain't gettin none, but thats cool cuz I'm gettin funds translation I'm celebate, I'm nothin to be fucked with when I'm stuntin with no truckfit, I'm fresh you better trust kid that's a nasty comparison, mind is awful stupid so I sound nuts but thats because I got the balls to do it caution, slappin disclaimers when I'm spittin fire I don't entertain then you're a frickin liar...right? [Verse 2] (ErionAudio) I have repellent for fools who be failing and that made be felon to put limbs in mailings these females be bad, but they worthiness badder so for now I'm puttin all my rings in saturn its human gang, human gang, plotting on the newest days not living by human ways but move you if you in the way my niggas be like "West LA" but me I be like "gimme mine" 2 fingers twisted in the middle that's the world sign speakin upon my name just gives you nothin but some exercise and speakin up on my name just gives me nothin but some air time comin up out the midst of where the therapist reside at gift of gab so crazy that my therapist gave me my mind back then I drove back to hell like "this is a stick up" so gimme my 9 back I give, don't recline that, then I autograph sign that my name is not "Erion" to you, you can call me "Matt" that is simple form for Matthew that dude in the temple of the (drug lord) slangin to the most high run that water real quick, then have that brick get baptized I ain't payin Uncle Sam, but I for sure will pay ties they lookin at me like I'm superman but I don't save lives look, in the sky, I see me

[Verse 1] Dark skinned, skinny one, bi-polar friendly one Mean one, meet my, rap quota, pen is one Weapon drawn, withheld, my arrest on death's shoulders Fuck a cop, screaming fuck 12's like Jared Fogle ...now play dat for the children's sake ...since the fear has been instilled, its hate Since the pride is noticed then these fuckers on the records swaying Giving all their 2 cents so that's what counts for respiration? ..Tryna make it out the hood 'fore it consumes me up ...wanna distract from what i could be bruh I see, 2 worlds, 2 words, do better Get money, fuck hoes, fuck woes, and whoever ..They steady ask why the kid so hostile Debts and rent and no crutch, life held hostage Stay amped, pseudo-hood negro but militant Baby faced hero, still arrogant, no cure Stay sick, stay ill, mediCAL and Dayquil Mark out who fake real, ink marks all day, quill From the borderlines between fakes living and fakes killed Between the lines of niggas who take fists or take steel [Verse 2] Mine for the taking I'm scratching to leave a legacy racing to the finish line, running like every leg I see crabs up in a barrel our brotherhood never stood for this fighting ourselves, hell, a brother would leave the hood for this Uplifting...see equal among people ...apparently transparent its all see through Love my hometown, but some moments I hate it ..But it wouldn't take away the memories if I made it In 2nd grade...whoever would thought I kick it with flows like these it goes to see, before my time, I was meant for poetry But, my only fate was the guidance to make a soundtrack My own motion picture would win a Grammy a while back If active in the golden era..how could the time differ? ..could i withhold the pressure..or crumble up in stigma? Living out my lane to build my own dynasty 'Cause ain't no presidents to represent me (say word?)