Uh, I was raised right
outchea swimmin' wit' great whites
that'll change a nigga, got hard inside
tryna shine like stage lights
'cause this world dark, n that fame bright
so everybody want it
see the world through that lens
talmbout instagram, my dreams haunted
reminiscin' on college,
straight vodka shots when every party started
throwin' those back, can't walk straight
drunk competition, who goes the hardest
everytime I stood up, bottles flyin' by me
but I never caught it
ambulances pull up, stretchers, stomach pumpin'
y'all ain't the smartest
tellin' me that's just life...
well, I guess y'all right
we all headed straight for that pine box
huh, any method suffice
you get belligerent pickin' a fight
wit' the wrong one, bullets fly, that's all she wrote
another young life gone, off of that chain reaction
that's gotta be broke
now we all got, flaws and I know that
I can't throw stones at my likeness
just lost some friends to this bullshit
I'm tryna find the best way to fight this
goin' back n forth as I write this,
on the one hand I ain't close to perfect
but y'all's attention I might get
in that case, the patience just might be worth it

when life get rough...
fight, get up
y'all don't actually like this stuff
drinkin' until you passin' out
intoxicated, y'all might get buck
peer pressure, everybody got it
cops don't give no fucks about it
one decision, that's all it takes
think twice, y'all got the knowledge

Chorus

Some niggas drink, and some niggas smoke
well, I got my vices
everybody tryna grab my wheel
n, steer, but I got my license
attitude is my asset,
ain't second guessin' my last steps
god willin' my life just started
y'all niggas can't laugh yet

'cause some niggas drink, and some niggas smoke
well, I got my vices
everybody tryna grab my wheel
n, steer, but I got my license
attitude is my asset,
ain't second guessin' my last steps
god willin' my life just started
y'all niggas can't laugh yet
I ain't perfect

Verse 2

Yeah, that five finger
discount, I didn't buy sneakers
shopliftin' 'til a nigga got caught
red handed, call me the backpack bandit
ain't planned it,
just saw shit I was too broke to cop
headphones was my fix,
college student but a nigga still broke the locks
I bet y'all thinkin':
(this nigga's a criminal why am I listenin'?)
aye some friends of yours'll do the same thing
(right in front of me how am I missin' it?)
I guess I ain't too good a Christian n'
all of my homies don't know my addiction
to pickin' shit up
off of the rack, n then off of the shelf
n I probably need help 'cause I don't give a fuck
but to my credit I'll never forget it
I'm goin' legit I been tryin' to change
work my 9 to 5 and stay straight laced
and stack paper to buy anythang
niggas be drinkin' n die in the brain
or they sellin' the rock n' they die in the game
picked my lesser evils, y'all be the judge
ain't no denyin' the pain, vices