Now this goes out to every motherfucker claiming that they know me

All you motherfuckers from high school, listen closely

While you were in the front, by the by, me on the low

Me and all my inner demons in the back were gettin′ cozy

No one understood me, only had a couple homies

Me, myself and I playin' Ring Around the Rosie

Had a girlfriend, but all she ever did was show me

The attention shе could get when she was feelin′ kind of lonеly

Fellas in the phone she could fuck when I go home

If I left her ass alone for a second, yeah, she told me

I really need to grow up or hit the fucking road

If I buy another rose 'cause she want a purse from Coach

She a crazy motherfuckin' bitch, she like to see me sufferin′

I saw it in her eyes, ironically, when she was suckin′ dick

Try to hide a lie, but her face'll tell me what it is

No amount of makeup she′d apply would be enough to cover it

I said fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks

See, they acting real different when I'm at my tip-top

Bitch, stop or the Glock click-clocks

If you think you got ties with me, it′s a slipknot

When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop

And the fellas psyched out 'cause they ain′t know the kid talks

Tick-tock go the clock, we ain't makin' pit stops

See, my heart iced out, motherfuck your wristwatch

Yeah, to you this been a gimmick, but I do this to vent

And, no, I do not give a fuck about who is the best

More like who it affects, I see you do this for checks

But boy I do this shit to loosen up the noose on my neck

It′s been a struggle

Where the fuck were you when I was in that fucking garage?

When my whole family

Was on their knees praying to God?

When we were losing everything and couldn′t help but wonder why

Where were you when all my dreams were a fucking mirage?

Nah, fuck you and your friendship, I don't need that

I see you all up in my mentions like, "Follow me back"

Say you struggle with depression and you fucking with my message

I ain′t buying none of that shit, where my receipts at?

Boy, you told me that I wouldn't ever be shit

Wrote my first song, said you didn′t wanna read it

Told you that I rap, said you really can't see it

But I bet you really can′t now

You're too far up in the fuckin' bleachers

Boy, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks

See, they acting real different when I′m at my tip-top

Bitch, stop or the Glock click-clocks

If you think you got ties with me, it′s a slipknot

When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop

And the fellas psyched out 'cause they ain′t know the kid talks

Tick-tock go the clock, we ain't makin′ pit stops

See, my heart iced out, motherfuck your wristwatch

I said, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks

See, they acting real different when I'm at my tip-top

Bitch, stop or the Glock click-clocks

If you think you got ties with me, it′s a slipknot

When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop

And the fellas psyched out 'cause they ain't know the kid talks

Tick-tock go the clock, we ain′t makin′ pit stops

See, my heart iced out, motherfuck your wristwatch