Kicked off my shoes tripped acid in the rain
Wore my jacket as a cape
And my umbrella as a cane
The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace

Spineless bitches in backless dresses

Wore my feelings on my sleeveless

My weed seedless my trees leafless

I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses

And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus

Before I believed in not believing in
Yeah I inhaled
Who believed in me not breathing in
Cigarette stained smile all covered in sin

My big homie died young just turned older than him

I seen it happen
I seen it happen I see it always
He still be screaming
I see his demons in empty hallways

I trip to make the fall shorter

Fall quarter was just a tall order

And I'm hungry I'm just not that thirsty

As of late my verses seem not so verse-y

And all my words just mean controversy
Took the team up off my back like
That's not your jersey
Stressin' pullin' my hair out hoping I don't get picked

All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick

Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich

'Cause niggas still getting bodied for foams

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme

Sometime the lies get millions of views
Funerals for little girls is that appealing to you
From your cubicle desktop what a beautiful view

I think love is beautiful too

Building forts from broken dams
What a hoover could do
For future hoopers dead from
Rugers shooting through the empty alley
Could've threw him an alley-oop
Helping him do good in school

Damn that acid it burn when it clean ya

I still miss being a senior

And performing at all those open mic events
High schools eyes closed seeing arenas

And I still get jealous of Vic

And Vic still jealous of me

But if you touch my brother
All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you
And the rest of your team

Smoking cigarettes to look cooler

I only stop by to look through ya

And I'm only getting greedier

And I'm still Mr  Youmedia

And I still can't find Talent

And I'm still choosing classmates that wouldn't fuck

Mom still thinks I should go back to school

And Justin still thinks I'm good enough

And Mama Jan still don't take her meds

And I still be asking God to show his face

And I still be asking God to show his face

I am a new man I am sanctified
Oh I am holy I have been baptized

I have been born again I am the White Light

Rain rain don't go away