Finish Line

Its a race to the riches ima go get the funds
Making all these digits off these scales and these sums
Teachers used to tell me I was dumb
My own head used to tell me I was done
But I know that aint the case since the first very time I seen the face of my son
Now my vision right, headed for the finish line, frosted when im chopping up the buds
Watch me get it, you can call me forest gump, run forest run, run. Clock is up
Chopping up a line of blow, getting high while we dividing up the profits from these jobs
And these runs and the wrongs
Elbow of the cutter, I could move that just for fun
Meds for my head got me wavy from the jump
Take em for anxiety, they frying me they got me feeling lazy I been slumped
I need to relax so I keep relapsing on this mud
Still ftp they still got my brothers in cuffs
Watch me start a riot, ruckus fuck all this shit up
Boxcutter this cunt, boxcutter my wrists
Feel the rage, bleed my blood on this page watch it drip
Mind is quite manic, titanic, no saving this ship
So I sip on this drink just to help me to sink, to the bottom
I wallow in sorrows, by the start of tomorrow
New drug ill be tweaked to my peak off some shit
Sell all this pain stop, I pour up this rik
Houso cunt prove them doubters wrong when im all good and rich
I want my savings to be stacking thru the roof
As a man that's just what you have to do
As a dad trust me ima get this food
Look at where im at now, still one outs doin what I do
What else I gotta prove
If I gotta top pain, trust me bra ill do that too
These days im just tryna be me, but they still thinking im a clone
Never copied shit just repped the team because they really all my bros
Pushin this pram to parole, fuck it this shits getting old
Trust me still grinding getting digits on the low
Makin money off this merch and all these shirts that I sold
And these tickets for these shows, and the money for these features
And this trapping in the post, empty out the saddy full of rack
And then just smash it til it goes
Hit my dr for a re up, got him maxin up my dose
Cause they worried ima panic and start slashing up my throat
Im just sick of doing roads, I just wish i had I home
Im so sick of doin dirt for all my notes
Sick of all these mates, either went and turned to snakes
Or they went and turned to ghosts

Its a race to the riches ima go and get these funds
Making all these digits off these scales and these sums
Teachers used to tell me I was dumb
My own head used to tell me I was done
But I know that aint the case since the first very time I seen the face of my son
Now my vision right, headed for the finish line, frosted when im chopping up the buds
Watch me get it, you can call me forest gump, run forest run, run. Clock is up
Chopping up a line of blow, getting high while we dividing up the profits from these jobs
And these runs and the wrongs
Its a race to the riches ima go and get these funds
Making all these digits off these scales and these sums
Teachers used to tell me I was dumb
My own head used to tell me I was done
But I know that aint the case since the first very time I seen the face of my son
Now my vision right, headed for the finish line, frosted when im chopping up the buds
Watch me get it, you can call me forest gump, run forest run, run. Clock is up
Chopping up a line of blow, getting high while we dividing up the profits from these jobs
And these runs and these wrongs