I grew up all alone, my mom and dad fightin′

I moved around a lot, I did a lot of fightin'

I met my friend Ian, I seen a lot of cyphersI did a lot of writin′−

Watch my uncles duck indictments

I'm used to ramen noodles, victims of mental illness

Products of neighborhoods with broken souls and wounded spirits

Don't judge me by appearance (I moved to California)

Started gettin′ paid (Nigga, you broke,) shit′s already borin'

Dashin′ to the money like a hyphen

Fuck a pipe dream, man, had this shit when I was in my diapers

Burnin' through my diapers, hot shit

It was hot shit, back when niggas lookin′ for the Loch Ness

Stuck 'round dip spittin′ assholes, make they mamas bashful

Got holes in my pockets so my shoes full of cash though

Cigar, Fidel Castro, car full of Castrol

See the sunset when I backstroke, can't swim but I could act though

I was playin' rock paper scissors with imaginary friends

Imagine havin′ no friends, ay

I was playin′ rock paper scissors with imaginary friends, ay

Imagine havin' no friends, man

I was playin′ rock paper scissors with imaginary friends

Imagine havin' no friends, man... ay, ay

Imagine havin′ no friends, man