Pull the Plug

Pull the plug on me
Pull the plug on me
Pull the plug on me
Pull the plug
Women lie, men lie
Five percent of people real
Friends dead, fam fake
How the fuck am I to feel
Dollar eighty seven in my jeans
Couldn’t buy a meal
Hundred eighty seven on a beat
All I do is kill
I don’t even own a pen with ink
If I got a deal
Got to stay dope for the fiends
Couldn’t leave ‘em ill
Never ever made it big
Should’ve been a lil
Got a bigger problem
Been in Flint trying to dig a well
Independent grind
Word to Andy Reynolds
Know I got some time
Wait in line, quit the sentimental
They really get to crying
When they ain’t essential
Probably been at home
Getting dome through your VR setup
Pull the plug on me
If it’s real
(Pull the plug on me)
Raw vocals
I don’t really engineer it
I just hit record
And hope my shit sound endearing
You don’t like my CD
I don’t need to hear it
I don’t like my CD
I don’t like me
Give it out for freebie, need be
We be knee deep in a water crisis
Need a dinghy
Guess I stay in Flint
Because it keep me wanting to eat
Keep me on my feet
Keep me on a beat
And off the street
Keep me from repeating
All the shit I did to cheat
My way through life
I stay too high
Cooped up long
Let my dark thought hide
Shade thrown on
Like my white skin fried
I’ve been in the shadows
I don’t fear long nights
Only thing I fear
Is waking up thirty five
Get to thinking that I could’ve
Made it big and never tried
All I gotta do is put my all in
I’ll be fine
I’ve been bleeding out my eyes
Sleep deprived since I was nine
I used to put my mattress
On it’s side
By my closet in my momma basement
Where I had my mic (damn)
I used to think I was cool
And I was right
I’m the type to work my face off
For a dollar and a like (damn)
But I don’t
Let the shit control my life
I don’t even open up
When I go underneath the knife
I done kept it all inside
Ain’t the type to take advice
Only thing I take a Vic
Guess it’s always been my vice
Pull the plug on me
If it’s real
(Pull the plug on me)
Pull the plug on me