Tell me if I′m wrong but

Kinda getting sick of these fools

Don't it seem likeNobody really rocks anymore

Well

Here

Fools, they don′t rock anymore

Market my soul

Proving it's profitable

Momma is sold, oh

Find out what I got in store

Cause I got more

Tell you the price of my soul, oh

Y'all can′t afford

I get you high when you′re low

Hits in my pocket like coke

We get it poppin like coca-cola

We drop it off at your porch

Don't gotta stop at no stores, no

Fools getting capped for their clothes

Don′t gotta ask what the four for

Who got the blood flow?

Human is cold, cold

I cannot fuck up or fold

I cannot fake I need hope

Who got the light when it's low

Ruger, they pull it, aim right for the skull

Pull it, the bullet go right for my

Seizure

Came to collect my visa

Freedom

They repossess, no reason

Freezing

Grieve for the death of dreamers

Jesus

Fools, they don′t rock anymore

Market my soul

Proving it's profitable

Momma is sold, oh

Find out what I got in store

Cause I got more

Tell you the price of my soul, oh

Tell you the price of my soul, yeah

I cannot sleep cause these damn dreams

Not anything fancy

No brandy or

Lamborghinis or Grammy′s

Well

Maybe the Grammy's

Demons advancing

Jesus command me

Crazy I see all these things that he grants me

Yet I still focus on things that I don't have

Why am I focused on things that I can′t be

My tonsils sore

Sometimes my spit gets as sharp as some swords

I know I called her a whore but

I was toxic for sure

And I′m an awful sport

For the minimal things, I'm responsible for

And I talk bout the war in my mind

When my grandpa has fought in a war

Some of the worries I have

Could be called disrespectful at best

Warranted? Yes

My cortex is more a corvette

The force of ten horses, my left

And more on my right

My corpus is stressed

If this was a bet then which would you bet

Will I be alright?

Homie, your guess about good as mine

I bet on hope and I hope that I′m right

I get obsessed with these notes that I write

Half of my best inspirations are ghosts

I felt possessed when I wrote this tonight

Like I need an exorcist

Stressing, I guess that's the price of perfectionist

′Cept I don't got the time to perfect every letter and line

Rack my mind over messages

Can′t compose cause my tones of the posers

My style can't be mine if my flow is impressionist

To divulge from the mold is impressive

So every line it gets special attention

Sever the line if it holds no connection

My mind like corrective detention

Decline in executive function

Divided my head, can't decide if I′m meant to be something

Before I am left to be nothing

Stress plus the mental dysfunction

Now that′s recipe for destruction

Mix in some drugs and you'll really be fucked then

Face peeling, can′t let the extra skin go to waste

I'm trying to open up, but I′m really a special case

Since the days that me and my babe went separate ways

Back in tenth grade, I ain't trying to mourn or lament

That′s the reason that I ain't ashamed to say it

I'm just saying that I ain′t been the same since

People change it′s

Fine

What I say is

Fine

When I say I'm

Fine

You had best say

Fine

I hope you′re, I hope you're

Fine

I hope you′re, I hope you're

Fine

You had best say

You had best say