Coming on 4 years since my father died
Sometimes I wish it was a homicide
Make the pain a lil easier to understand
Self-inflicted wounds be the sins of man
Tens of grands flourish in my pockets on a regular now
And Im like word, I aint smoking regular now
Famous numbers all in my cellular now
Funny how the more respected I get
The more Im in doubt with the self-loathing
Designer brand frequent on my belt and clothing
They see that as flashy
And Im like...word
I see that as lifes failed attempt to try and make me happy
When it seems like everything that I could guard just gon attack me
I mean my heart got scars
My car aint even starting
And Im on my last dollar, man
Ive been in the parking lot barred out, sipping the High Life
Contemplating taking my life
My vice has always been to try and mimic my father
And his decisions, but
Jobbin like him just brought me them same collisions, I know
When Im in these large crowds I get petrified
So excuse me if I step aside
I always had a weak stomach
I puked last night
I was staring at the stars on the roof last night, aye
Man, I always had a weak stomach
Ive been out here try to chill
The drama keep coming 
Keep coming 
The drama keep coming 
Man, I always had a weak stomach
Yo, signing to a major label
Was always a fable, we didnt bank on it
Every table in my house got a drink on it
Alcoholic ambition to try to ease the pain
I aint had no father figure to try and teach me, mane
Rolling round, 16 years old, on the way to Vero Beach
Reminiscing, that heat was under my seat, for what?
I guess I had something to prove
Problem child, aint got nothing to lose, Vodka-induced
And Im rolling til my shock has reduce to the bare minimal
On the borderline of being a criminal
Becoming a by-product all my homies with product for sale
In and out of jail and what it entail
Hail Mary inside the speaker while we bust the wide on Georgia Ave
Sitting in the back with a gat
Looking for them folk who robbed us last week, and we aint sober
Then I told pimpin to pullover
I always had a weak stomach
I puked last night
I was hanging out the window bout to shoot last night, aye
Man, I always had a weak stomach
Ive been out here tryna chill
The drama keep coming 
Keep coming 
Let some real muhfuckas speak
The drama keep coming 
Shit, yall know...Kells
Man, I always had a weak stomach
But fuck that
Aint no time for a sickness when you trying to get it 
And all the time in this prison is spent finding a prism
A way to turn one ray of light into colorful visions
Carry on tradition for everyone who came from the ditches 
Rose from the dirt without a stain though
Insane how some angels hang themselves with their own halo
Thats why I lay low
Now my worst enemy is my mind
Stare at a screen and watch these other artists take what is mine
Sit by myself and smoke so much weed that it looks like Im crying
This life offers a lot, but one thing it does not is rewind.
So I proceed forward
And my standards for this game never lowered
Ever since I became what they said I wouldnt Ive wanted more
Dear Lord, save me from these snakes constricting like boas 
Old friends at my doors
Industry still ignore us
Landlord on the phone is telling me I cant afford it
Im three months late
Feel like a pregnant woman this chorus
Cause of my weak stomach
I always had a weak stomach
I puked last night
I was contemplating telling you the truth last night, aye
Man, I always had a weak stomach
Ive been out here try to chill
The drama keep coming 
Keep coming 
The drama keep coming 
Man, I always had a weak stomach