text: 22 times a day
  I think about swingin from a tree and carvin my name in the trunk
  And nobody give a fuck they just watchin me hang
  Everybody think its a game
  Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane
  And you wont see me in a cemetery thats where I came from
  I aint tryna go back up under that stone with my name
  The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops
  He tellin me this and he tellin me that I swear to me that shit never stops
  22 times a day
  I think about swingin from a tree and carvin my name in the trunk
  And nobody give a fuck they just watchin me hang
  Everybody think its a game
  Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane
  And you wont see me in a cemetery thats were I came from
  I aint tryna go back up under that stone with my name
  The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops
  He tellin me this and he tellin me that I swear to me that shit neva stops
  And bitch Im schemin like a mothafuckin villain you claimin you killin
  Neva be seein the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics
  Yall Mothafuckas dont got no shit but you rappin a big game
  I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything
  I kick it wit nobody cuz nobody stay watchin my 6
  Im puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my click
  Im dreamin about all the shit
  That I really wanna do when I get old
  Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold
  22 times a day
  I think about swingin from a tree and carvin my name in the trunk
  And nobody give a fuck they just watchin me hang
  Everybody think its a game
  Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane
  And you wont see me in a cemetery thats were I came from
  I aint tryna go back up under that stone with my name
  The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops
  He tellin me this and he tellin me that I swear to me that shit neva stops
  22 times a day
  I think about swingin from a tree and carvin my name in the trunk
  And nobody give a fuck they just watchin me hang
  Everybody think its a game
  Until a pussy Mothafucka witta gun go insane
  And you wont see me in a cemetery thats were I came from
  I aint tryna go back up under that stone with my name
  The only thing I see in my brain is the face of my pops
  He tellin me this and he tellin me that I swear to me that shit neva stops
  And bitch Im schemin like a mothafuckin villain you claimin you killin
  Neva be seein the gats or the bodies you claim in yo lyrics
  Yall Mothafuckas dont got no shit but you rappin a big game
  I know it be hard to be keepin it real when you fabricate everything
  I kick it wit nobody cuz nobody stay watchin my 6
  Im puttin up nobody on a pedestal nobody my click
  Im dreamin about all the shit
  That I really wanna do when I get old
  Like drop out of life become a monk and study the 8 fold
  I aint did a thang, since I been locked up in this room wit not a thang
  Cept a shotty on my side 2 shells on my bedside table might pulla cobaine
  See I gotta lotta thangs goin on in my brain gotta lotta good shit and bad
  Sometimes all I really wanna do is put that double barrel 20 gauge up to my head
  Is it mo to life than bein pissed off and alone in my mind wit nobody to tell me chill mane
  The silver linings hard to find like bibles in my domain
  Montecristo and Hennessey keepin my head on straight this very moment
  If you a jit then you wouldnt know shit about how a real Mothafucka zonin