[YDK]

I grew up addicted to my afflictions sniffin coke off a bitch
prescription pills on the regular so I flipped the whole script.
Nyquil gives a slight thrill if ya mix it wit liquid oxy's
Thick an saucy goin down then bring it back with black coffee.
You ain't bout the life,
I hustle wit nothin but a blunt an a knife
Fuck tryna stunt I'm just bringin wat I want into sight.
Like McDonald's delivery I'm delivering smiles
Only selling enough shit till my daughter's set for awhile.
Yes the heckles are vile but I deal dope to cope
Sanity hangin by a thread...hope on a rope.
Like a scope on the Pope my sites are questionable
But livin in this bitch as a vegetable is the only thing regrettable.
Its inevitable that I'll have to make a choice soon, damn
Will I howl at the moon or use my voice as a man?
I ain't lettin my baby mother suffer
Im tougher than other suckers
Im more gifted when I'm lifted makin hatin faces pucker!
Strugglin while I'm hustlin just makin a name for myself
This aint candyland but I'm leavin the game on the shelf.
Ain't no shame in my wealth an I ain't blamin my health
But since I started ta write this piece I see the pain that I've dealt.
There ain't a risk I could take that would make losin my family worth it,
Im just a father that grew up slangin that's slowly realizing I ain't perfect.