Intro

I hope you understand catch it throwing underhands

Eastside lonely I just run away

From all my fans try to figure out this life so

Really hope you understand try to figure out

My life and everything just hit the fan how to

Become a better man what I ask myself

How you put down ya pride to go and ask for

Help, cause you done came up on ya own

Dawg, I ****in' get it whenever I see the ball

Coming fast you know I hit it, home

Run home run, Aaron Judge wit the home

Runs no love no love I lost your love saying

So what I don't need nobody tryna press me

Needa be alone I don't need nobody calling

Baby when you coming home I just need the

Pen and paper baby where my microphone

Used to go inhale some vapors hoping that

They sing along

Really that don't make me happy deep down

I feel so alone

Trapped up in a life where everything I do is

****ing wrong

Said I'm used to the feeling but that Gotta go

Knowing that the sun rise knowing I got no

Time knowing I got people that just want my

Shit to drop

Going on they twitter saying **** you to the copps

Rap about my life cause yeah I know that

Shit'll pop

And I know they want the trap shit they tired

Of the rap shit

But lately in my mind this shit been feeling

Like the rapture so welcome to the rapture

Cause that shit really happened