I remember days dodging alarm clocks (fuck that sound!)
Won’t ever forget that I’m from the working class,
Pops told me how fuck it is, but we struggle onward,
The hustle can’t stop, but best believe I’m praising what I got,

Loving every moment that I got to take my shot, (I’m a shooter who don’t flop!)
It ain’t in my blood, while time passes like a sneaky fox,
Used to brave through winters where most don’t go ‘cept Cops,
Lookin’ to fill monthly quotas, guess I’m another serial number,

Might as well tat us up like the Jews, you cruel muthafuckin’ blues,
Every after school was more like a game of hide-n-seek,
Cop a quarter and burn bushel behind the bushes, peek a boo,
Soon the flashlights spottin’, the spot blew up, time to gun it,

Runnin’ from my problems, parents and paranoias,
I’m a muthafuckin’ lawyer stuck in the body of a soldier,
It’s a war out there, grab ya guns, beware,
I ain’t tryin’ to scare ya, just make sure you’re aware of,

I wish that everything was always perfect,
And no one could ever feel pain,
But that ain’t what it’s like,
We missed a chance on a good thing, such a shame,
It could all be so better, but we all chasin’ cheddar,
Rats in a CAT-astrophic maze,
Need to end every night with hazeeee.. just to make it
I wish no one could ever feel pain,

Did you know pain is an illusion?
I’ve been reading lately ‘bout how it’s all in your head man,
Honestly, you never leave that headspace,
Reclinin’ in my Rocketship like Elon ‘bout to exit to space,

I’m a peculiar one, similar to a basket case,
Bask in the glory of one-night heist that’d make ya life,
It don’t usually work that way, they don’t usually work out this way,
I’m talkin west side, they chillin’, no back breaking, but makin’ a killin’,

Villanous, venomous, I don’t what to call it,
But it keeps spreadin’, no sign of it endin’,
Down valley roads, my car been bendin’,
Up to castles on the hills, my tribe is headin’,

Turn to a hobby to a profession, turn a pro to a veteran,
I’m bettin’ on me, Pete Rose, fuck the league,
I’m on like the Heat Circa 1-3,
I don’t give a fuck, just want to let it be,

I wish that everything was always perfect,
And no one could ever feel pain,
But that ain’t what it’s like,
We missed a chance on a good thing, such a shame,
It could all be so better, but we all chasin’ cheddar,
Rats in a CAT-astrophic maze,
Need to end every night with hazeeee.. just to make it
I wish no one could ever feel pain,