Stick To Drawing

Oh, you got an Aktion beat

Now this goes out to every motherfucker claiming that they know me
All you motherfuckers from high school, listen closely
While you were in the front, by the by, me on the low
Me and all my inner demons in the back were getting cozy
No one understood me, only had a couple homies
Me, myself and I playing Ring Around the Rosie
Had a girlfriend, but all she ever did was show me
The attention she could get when she was feeling kind of lonely
Fellas in the phone she could fuck when I go home
If I left her ass alone for a second, yeah, she told me
I really need to grow up or hit the fucking road
If I buy another rose 'cause she want a purse from Coach
She a crazy motherfucking bitch, she like to see me suffering
I saw it in her eyes, ironically, when she was sucking dick
Try to hide a lie, but her face'll tell me what it is
No amount of makeup she'd apply would be enough to cover it

I said fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
See, they acting real different when I'm at my tip-top
Bitch, stop or the Glock click-clocks
If you think you got ties with me, it's a slipknot
When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop
And the fellas psyched out 'cause they ain't know the kid talks
Tick-tock go the clock, we ain't making pit stops
See, my heart iced out, motherfuck your wristwatch

Yeah, to you this been a gimmick, but I do this to vent
And, no, I do not give a fuck about who is the best
More like who it affects, I see you do this for checks
But boy I do this shit to loosen up the noose on my neck
It's been a struggle, where the fuck were when I was in that fucking garage
When my whole family was on their knees praying to God?
When we were losing everything and couldn't help but wonder why
Where were you when all my dreams were a fucking mirage?
Nah, fuck you and your friendship, I don't need that
I see you all up in my mentions like, "Follow me back"
Say you struggle with depression and you fucking with my message
I ain't buying none of that shit, where my receipts at?
Boy, you told me that I wouldn't ever be shit
Wrote my first song, said you didn't wanna read it
Told you that I rap, said you really can't see it
But I bet you really can't now, you're too far up in the fucking bleachers

Boy, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
See, they acting real different when I'm at my tip-top
Bitch, stop or the Glock click-clocks
If you think you got ties with me, it's a slipknot
When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop
And the fellas psyched out 'cause they ain't know the kid talks
Tick-tock go the clock, we ain't making pit stops
See, my heart iced out, motherfuck your wristwatch
I said, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
See, they acting real different when I'm at my tip-top
Bitch, stop or the Glock click-clocks
If you think you got ties with me, it's a slipknot
When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop
And the fellas psyched out 'cause they ain't know the kid talks
Tick-tock go the clock, we ain't making pit stops
See, my heart iced out, motherfuck your wristwatch