Vent-your-guts

[Verse 1]
I don't fuck with no white boys
Unless a nigga Finn Wolfhard
In the shop like I'm Rouxls Kaard
Tryna sell a damn Juul pod
Yes, I know what the rules are
But, unlike his puzzles, I'm too hard
Leave you niggas all FUBAR
Down Glenwood Ave in my new car
Every game, we got new cards
And every round, we got a new czar
Y'all know I'm saving them white cards
Never letting down my guard
CAH is what I'm on
This shit just like real life, dog
Unpredictable wild card
Points given to the tryhards
Tell 'em I am an icon
Drowning in my drip, they need a lifeguard
Niggas still on they iPod
Listening to Nas, watching Die Hard
Stuck in the past, man, that's quite odd
Future is now, we defy god
On that shit like I'm Luci
Every day, I'm so zooted
I don't know what I'm doing
All I know is I'm zooming
Always got the bass booming
5 gum what I'm chewing
Sounding like Randy Newman
Indiscernible, stupid
1998 TRUMAN
Annoying hooks ain't the move, kid

[Verse 2]
God damn, I'm so stuck in this hole
I don't know where the fuck I should go
All I know is once I get my music out
I'll be right back here all alone
Sonic out here like "give me your phone"
I mean, I would, but I gotta hold on to this shit
Cause my dad took his ass on a mission
To North Carolina, not finna be back this year
Or the next year
Probably the next year after that
I mean, it's cool he combated that
Awful addiction that he once had
But now, I'm stuck in this tiny house
Not a home, no, never be a home, no
"Why your mic ass?" Nigga, I don't got nobody
To ask for money when my funds kinda low
No one to talk, no one to run to
Had that in Milo, but shit, he had to run, too
And there's no way I can make it right
This shit hurt, it keep me up every single night
Of course, Damein like "that nigga gone, move on"
But I don't think he understands that I was in the wrong
If that weren't the case, I wouldn't make no fucking song
If that weren't the case, I wouldn't be out here on my own
If I was okay, I'd have them fucking straight A's
If I was okay, I wouldn't take a couple days
To get back to a nigga when he ask for a minute
Of my time bout a verse, talking bout "did you finish"
I'm not that religious, but I kinda think I should be
Not dedicated to the shit that I need to be
Nigga, I don't even know who it is I wanna be
Will I do music or game end? We gonna see
Why everybody that I love gotta run from me?
No one ever sticks around so they can come with me
Can't blame 'em, I'm an awful friend
Only thing I care about is my fiscal ends
Selfish desire, stupid emotions
No one can get it, and I can't control it
I wanna make shit, and I wanna own shit
But I can't do anything, I feel frozen
Like I can't move on
Like I can't improve
Like whatever bullshit that come out my mouth
Is just gon damage you
Finna make you panic, too
Cause I'm a fucking manic, dude
You might think this track's a mess, shit
Welcome to my panic room
Really, I'd apologize
But I'm scared they'd only think it's lies
Like I'm not being genuine
Even though I waited all this time
Even though I had to stop the grind
Even though it made me wanna cry
None of that shit matters to them
Ain't nobody on my side
Now, I know that's not the point
It's to express remorse for my awful actions
That's totally something that I wanna do
But, holy shit, I can't handle no more rejection
My family don't like me, they think I'm a failure
How the hell I'm gon escape and also fucking fail here?
Damn, I really don't know
I should just give you my phone