[Verse 1: Morgz]
Yo I'm sick of this shit
Everyday be on my hustle tryna tick up a mix
I said I'm sick of this shit
Everyday another struggle with a bit of a twist (yo)
But see its not about the bud bro
It's the fact that you thinking I'm a druggo
See here's a track for all the people that be judging
Try raising a kid without no food up in the cupboard
Can't afford to pay the rent you get evicted
So now you kicked out on the street you wanna mish it
But they don't understand your life so they inflict it
To get a job or rob a shop and go to prison
Half my mates are either dead or they addicted
But will they change [?]
Trapped in a position I was trapping for a [?]
But will they change [?]
H-yo but in addition to what
The streets are the struggle I be thinking I'm lost
I'm on a mission of what
Prison if not
A long road full of rawtz, pills, liquor and pot (yo)
Rapping doesn't pay me I be racking shit to eat
Yet my stomach still be empty and I'm rapping to a beat
Why you acting like you street
You won't ever had a heart
Have you ever had to spenda night sleeping inna park (yo)
Selling drugs so your family doesn't starve man
Off their house by 12 cause your dad be stuck in bars (ye)
Say, I've been there and back
To be honest bruh it's probably the whole only reason I rap
Leave it at that
If you listening you picturing the words
If you picturing you witness all the shit that I have [?]
To anything that has occurred to cause the shit that I deserve
Know that Morgzy never stopping till you stick him in the dirt
(yo)

[Verse 2: Kmac]
Ye, ya, yo, yo
I'm not Kobe Bryant but, you can watch me fade away
And brother I ain't lying if I say I'm living rainy days
These snakes and fakes
Tapes on-top of tapes I need to change my ways
These snakes and fakes
Tapes on-top of tapes I need to change my ways
Say that all the time, I ain't ever tried to change much
Man I think I lost my mind
I can't even trust my day ones
I've been skitzing to the same cunts
And they really don't deserve it
Everything I gotta earnt it I know I'm far from perfect
My life has been a verdict
Feeling kicked out feeling worthless
Tryna figure out my purpose when I leave my house I'm nervous
As problems start to surface has me writing down these verses
Wish that happiness was purchased (yo) (yo)
But, every single day it's like I'm dying and shit
And I ain't even feel the focus I'm not trying to live
It's getting violent with this
I turn to light and then piffs
I had my mind in a twist
Was holding knives to my wrists (shit)
I don't even know where or how man I went so wrong right
Writing raps up in my notes
I was focusing on dope songs
But I never leave my room I've been look like a ghost
This is seventh billy packed but I wish I never smoked bongs
Cause that lead to other shit
Like smash and speed and puff and piffs
Fuck I've had enough of this
And fuck I've had enough of that
Nothing but that skater kid that's why I've always sucked at rap
Past mistakes they catching up my life I really want it back
Chest in pain need asthma puffs before my fucking lungs collapse
Write it down still feel the same
Kinda feeling done with rap
But, that's some other shit usually I don't talk about
Think I'm turning fucking skitz
I'm starting to feel awkward now
Everywhere I go thinking everybody looks at me
I'm sitting on my own I think of all the shit I could've been
Too busy feeling read missed out on family things
Missed out on family things I should've seen (yeah)
And makes me fucking turn
Wishing I could turn back time
Wonder why my stomach hurts even when I'm eating right
Fuck it man I'm feeling stressed
I tried to turn to lean and sprite
But fuck it man I'm feeling dead I don't know the reasons why
Fucking voices in my head telling me I need to die
Rest In Piece my brother Ed, She's really not seeming right
But sick of waking up and feeling tired as fuck
And I've been sick of taking drugs and always lying to mum
And I've been sick of taking drugs and always lying to mum
Yeah, like always lying to mum, yeah