text: I could spend my whole life tryna get cash
  And work hard then I pass like Steve Nash
  Breath fast, I aint tryna hyperventilate
  Forgive me Lord, it feels like I commit a sin a day
  Then I wait for them days to turn good again
  And get the cake, then Ill tell them thats the winners pay
  To win today would just seem like a lavish dream
  Know what they mean, everything aint what it seems
  The angels sing and I feel like thats my roll call
  And I came with Left Brain, thats my road dawg
  Switch lanes? Nah homie Im a road hog
  Brain to the pave look my mind on the road dawg
  Said Im just tryna do this quick like make haste
  Dont take more than I can get to prevent waste
  My music is like confetti rain when you win a race
  And youll probably lose your mind tryna save face
  Scarface, say I got that Montana flow
  They know Im tryna get that Montana dough
  Where we go, tell the truth I could never know
  Im just tryna push a Porsche, thats white like Montana snow
  And honestly, just for wings I would give it up
  So if its true 12 couldnt come fast enough
  And when it comes I just hope Im on my way above
  The say theyre heartless, but I feel them when they show me love
  Im sitting on this couch, wrist bloody
  The therapist nicknamed me Kid Cutty, I killed my fifth buddy
  The fourth one, I like to kick around
  Ride him all around, when he hits the ground
  The third one is mixed, white and black
  Minor, flat, major, act like a pitch with a flanger
  The second ones a stranger, but I knew her all my life
  Since I was born, the other half said fuck it like I was porn
  And the last one, hes in the mirror
  With a gun, wish I could see him clearer
  But I cant cause my eyes are red, now hes dead
  Aye, hold your head homie, look
  Imma live long through these songs
  As long as theyre on, Im on when Im gone
  Thats why I rhyme like a poet from a prior century
  And I dont wanna be a human, treat me like an entity
  I know they fiend for my 8s like Im a fucking Laker
  Tryna find a Secret Garden just like Tyler the Creator
  Damn, Im just waiting for my life to begin
  And I cant breath when Im high cause the airs too thin
  Ill let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale
  They know they shouldnt touch me like the third rail
  Shit, Im living in Hell, the devil should be scared of me
  Nigga ask about me, I am Mike G