My life, my life
makes me wanna
run away
but there's no place to go
no place to go
All the confusion
it's an illusion
like a movie
got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
no matter how hard I try
Yeah Opfrey I went from
black filthy to filthy rich
Many emotions change
so I could never
trust a b***h
I tried to help niggas
get on they turned
around and spit
Right in my face
so Game and Buck
both can suck a dick
Now when you hear 'em
it may sound like
it's some other shit
'Cause I'm not writing
any more, they not
making hits
I'm far from perfect
there's so many lessons
I done learned
If money's evil
look at all the evil
I done earn
I'm doing what I'm
supposed to I'm a writer
I'm a fighter, entrepeneur
fresh out the sewer
watch me manoeuvre
What's it to you?
The track I laced it
it's better than basic
this is my recovery
my comeback in
My life, my life
makes me wanna
run away
but there's no place to go
no place to go
All the confusion
it's an illusion
like a movie
got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
no matter how hard I try
yeah
While you were sipping
your own kool-aid
getting your buzz heavy
I was in the fucking sheds
sharpening my machete
sipping on some of that
revenge juice
Getting my taste buds
ready to woof down this
spaghetti or should I say
this spaghett-even?
Think fucking meatballs
keep on just forgetting
thought he was finished
motherfucker it's only
the beginning
He's buggin' again
he's straight thuggin'
fuck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chord
out and have them
bitches plugged in me
motherfucking wall with
3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other
and jump them
then pluck them
motherfuckers in each
One of your eye sockets
'cause I thought you might
finally fucking see
That'll teach you to go
voicing your cock
suckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood
my sweat and my tears
in this shit fuck letting up
You're gonna end up
regretting you ever betted
against me
Feels like Imma snap
any minute yeah
it's happening again
I'm thinking about
the same motherfuck
everybody that's up
in this bitch 'bout fifty
'Cause this is all I know
this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put
my heart and soul into this
more than anybody knows
I'm trapped so all I do
is rap but every time
I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right
into this bubble oh, oh
I guess it's bubble wrap
It's like a vicious cycle
my life is in a crisis
Christ how was I
supposed to know shit
would turn out like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho
again and I might just blow
my lid shit I almost wish
that I would have never
made recovery kid
'Cause I'm running
in circles with
my life, my life
makes me wanna
run away
There's no place to go
no place to go
All the confusion
it's an illusion
like a movie
got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
no matter how hard I try
I haven't been this fucking
confused since I was a
kid sold like forty billion
records people forgot
what I did
Maybe this is for me maybe
maybe I'm supposed to go
crazy maybe I'll do it
three am in the morning
like Shady
Psycho killer
Michael Myers
I'm on fire like a lighter
tryna say the same classic
get your ass kicked
Man could wrap your
head up in plastic
pussy now pick
the casket
dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic it's sad it's never
gonna end now we number
one again, that frown on
your face and your heart
full of hate
Accept it, respect it
it's the gift God gave me
like the air in the lungs
and every fucking thing
with it
My life, my life
makes me wanna
run away
but there's no place to go
no place to go
All the confusion
it's an illusion
like a movie
got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
no matter how hard I try