I spit my heart out, lookin' out for my best interests He gave me good head, peepin' out while the windows tinted I speak in tongues and I arrive without a damn mention It's kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and 1999 the only year that I remember I slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temper I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin' I say shit when I rap and y'all niggas barely listen I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existin' Delete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of bein' a fuckin' Simpson I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't listen? I signed a pub deal and her opinion fuckin' disappearin' I'm payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her business Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas? You know like closet niggas, masc-type Why don't you take that mask off? That's the thought I had last night "Why you always rap about bein' gay?" 'Cause not enough niggas rap and be gay Where I come from, niggas get called "faggot" and killed So I'ma get head from a nigga right here And they can come and cut my hand off and, and my legs off and And I'ma still be a boss 'til my head gone, yeah Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crackin' sounds Break, break, break the steel, hold my niggas down Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack, crack, crack Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down Twistin' on that syrup 'til I hear crack I don't trust nobody 'cause they don't deserve it Niggas run in your house, they know you doin' dirty (go 'head now) I got my hand on an ounce, so now I got money servin' I just bought me a fifth and now I'm speedin', swervin' (go 'head now) I took an eighth of them shrooms and now I'm hearin' voices I took like two of them pills, I can't remember nothing (go 'head now) I ain't under control, I'm losin' motor function I need an intervention, I need an exorcism I need a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction It's very scary, my momma don't even recognize me I'm goin' crazy, don't need nobody to say they love me My acts of desperation, I'm on an empty stomach So fuck the consequences, I ain't runnin' from them Feelin' like a goner, put my life in locker Hotbox in the Hummer, (Merlyn, Merlyn!) hot bars in the summer If I had the option, I would do it all again If I had the option, I would do it all again I just wanna feel like I did the right program I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again) When I cut that feel, I do nothing but diplomas Love is knowin' that you didn't do it by your lonesome So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles For guilt-trippin' feelin's whenever they call my number They see men dream, they see men fallin' But when I dream, I'm smashin' on a lana Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelin's We spit venom then stare at the ceilin' wondering why My mom's no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows Love her to death and soon enough I'll give back all I borrowed Both so submissive, take turns dominatin', the light has been faded This hate-fueled love, we don't fake it, no givin', just takin' I took some steps to be a bigger person I should've thrown ya off the highway to cars swervin' Ain't no burden, ain't no sermon, ain't no motherfuckin' plaque I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike But don't treat lady right, but they be sayin' like, "Just the tip" And, yeah, you mad 'cause she ain't fuck, mad 'cause she ain't suck Beat your ass before you got time to say, "Why not?" Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind Time to not fuck up, thought you were just lucked up Where the respect? Is your ass human? I look you in your eyes, say, "Fuck you, are you fuckin' stupid?" Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, boy I get my 9-9, I don't own one, hit the store to blow your brains off Better hope my aim off, better hope the range off Better hope my tame off before I blow your brains off, boy Uh, no hands with the stunts Jump off the roof like I do what I want All of my life in my past wanna haunt And my sight of the future beginnin' to taunt my ambition Man on the moon, I'm marooned, I ain't trippin' I'm on a mission Every time that I speak they ain't skippin' Turned my inspiration to a vision, that's a given, no slippin'

There's a place not too far away from here Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me Well, they call it Texas, and it's a mighty fine place to be Runs from Texarkana to El Paso And Oklahoma down to old Mexico And there's Houston, Dallas, Austin and San Antone People in Texas sure do make you feel at home They just want everybody to leave them alone While they drink their whiskey and roll their own And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound Kick up their heels every evenin' when the sun goes down And you can call them country, and they don't care And if you don't like the way they wear their hair You can take you like and shove 'em on up the line People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine