I'll never make it in the rap game I don't give a fuck homie I don't give a fuck (Prolonged) I don even feel the need to flash chains I'll just end up poppin' pills Call me Max Payne someday I'll never make it in the rap game I don't give a fuck homie I don't give a fuck (Prolonged) I don even feel the need to flash chains End up poppin' pills call me Max Payne I found a beanie in my room had a weird day It's a precursor to my thoughts now I hear gray I see white and black sitting right in front of me Sippin on that Sunny-D Mix it with the bubbly To try to act classy Ripped jeans and a samurai jack-tee Well I guess if this is me now Hoverin' on the seas with the keys To my peace and my eyes on [?] ground go Its been a year since I recognized my face in a mirror Fate getting clearer state feeling weirder Changing is a good thing in most cases But I'm half asleep so I'm so tasteless I have not decided on my path Aside from knowing that I have to take the road less traveled So blessed ab-so-lutely stupid I don't want to really fight I just want to do music But I'll fight if I have to