Stick to Drawing

Now this goes out to every motherfucker claiming that they know me
 All you motherfuckers from high school listen closely
 While you were in the front bothered by me on the low
 Me and all my inner demons in the back were getting cozy
 No one understood me, only had a couple homies
 Me, myself, and I playing ring around the rosie
 Had a girlfriend, but all she ever did was show me
 The attention she could get when she was feeling kinda lonely
 Fellas in her phone, she can fuck when I go home
 If I left her ass alone for a second, yeah she told me
 I really need to grow up, or hit the fucking road
 If I buy another rose, cause she want a purse from Coach
 She a crazy mother fucking bitch, she like to see me suffering
 I saw it in her eyes, ironically, when she was sucking dick
 Try to hide a lie, but her face'll tell me what it is
 No amount of makeup she'd apply would be enough to cover it
 I said, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
 See, they acting real different when I'm at my tip-top
 Bitch, stop, or the Glock click clocks
 If you think you got ties with me, it's a slipknot
 When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop
 And the fellas psyched out, cause they ain't know the kid talks
 Tick-tock, go the clock, we ain't making pit stops
 See my heart iced out, mother fuck your wristwatch
 Yeah, to you, this been a gimmick, but I do this to vent
 And no, I do not give a fuck about who is the best
 More like who it affects, I see you do this for checks
 But boy, I do this shit to loosen up the noose on my neck
 It's been a struggle, where the fuck were you when I was in that fucking garage
 When my whole family was on their knees praying to God
 When we were losing everything and couldn't help but wonder why
 Where were you when all my dreams were a fucking mirage
 Nah, fuck you and your friendship, I don't need that
 I see you all up in my mentions, like, "follow me back"
 Say you "struggle with depression" and you "fucking with my message"
 I ain't buying none of that shit, where my receipts at?
 Boy, you told me that I wouldn't ever be shit
 Wrote my first song, said you didn't wanna read it
 Told you that I rap, said you really can't see it
 But I bet you really can't now, you too far up in the fucking bleachers
 Boy, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
 See, they actin' real different when I'm at my tip-top
 Bitch, stop, or the Glock, click-clocks
 If you think you got ties with me, it's a slipknot
 When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop
 And the fellas psyched out, cause they ain't know the kid talks
 Tick-tok, go the clock, we ain't makin' pit stops
 See my heart iced out, mother fuck your wristwatch
 I said, fuck that shit, stupid bitch, kick rocks
 See, they actin' real different when I'm at my tip-top
 Bitch, stop, or the Glock, click-clocks
 If you think you got ties with me, it's a slipknot
 When I pull the mic out, I see them bitches drip-drop
 And the fellas psyched out, cause they ain't know the kid talks
 Tik-tock, go the clock, we ain't makin' pit stops
 See my heart iced out, mother fuck your wristwatch