Look, yo

45 but feel like I am immortalized

Back on the road to success, hope it's a shorter drive

The game is different, doesn't matter if you murder words

These kids not only killers but they're also all computer nerds

Ask questions later, type of guy and shooter first

But now I pay attention blessings from the universe

That doesn't make me soft, I promise I am off my rocker

Minus the case of Heineken and 20 shots of vodka

Minus the groupies and the Gucci into the Xanax bars

Minus the walking around like I am from the planet mars

Minus the cocaine and the pills and maxed out ran up cards

Minus the youth but add a beard, I look like Santa Claus

Minus the oxycotton hoggendaus and candy bars

Minus the damaged star fake friends and brand new car

The glamour cameras always hanging where the gangsters are

Strip clubs club houses motorcycles ran it hard

Going a buck 20 hands not on the handlebars

Brick wall that I was headed for before I got clean

Minus the undercover cops raids and swat teams

Arguments that escalated quick shots that rocked teams

You shouldn't fall for that bullshit

Sitting in my window with a full clip, so many sleepless nights

These knots in my stomach don't feel right

Getting texts its from a psychopath, your best friend

So many bodies on them texts its got me stressed man

Mass murderers and sleepovers at my pad

Life was different, so don't ask me why I'm mad

When an addict gets addicted to some bad shit life is hopeless

But when we become addicted to some good things, we are hyper focused

Excel at hyper speed well thinking what my life could be

From little psycho to unlikable insightful for G

Life's a scary movie lot of daunting hunting frightful scenes

Took me half my life to realize that's not the life for me

I was angry with myself, I have the right to be

Now far as I can see

I'm going farther than that I can see

Minus the tough guys that got caught and turned rat

Gave up all their best bros and watched them all get burned bad

Minus the life of crime, the straps and the knives, you'd find

The only love of my life, I lost the wife of mine

Thought that being a stand-up guy was the right ingredient

They didn't stand for much, more like stand-up comedians

Respect and honor honestly mostly I just saw greediness

And gangsters they got egos that you need to feed repeatedly

You shouldn't fall for that bullshit

Sitting in my window with a full clip, so many sleepless nights

These knots in my stomach don't feel right

Getting texts its from a psychopath, your best friend

So many bodies on them texts its got me stressed man

Mass murderers and sleepovers at my pad

Life was different, so don't ask me why I'm mad