In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw growing up here, especially in the graveyards And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards As an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards But, as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do—I always needed to know why Um, sometimes My 'whys' got me in trouble And for my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit Aye, you wanna keep going—or? Nah, that's it $Uicide, I fucking scream it from the rooftop The only thing I ever did worth mentionin' Ever since $lick burned me a CD of Lil Wayne That shit prolly still in my boombox But nowadays, I can walk into an establishment And select myself on the fucking jukebox If I wanted to cop a black Countach, drive that shit like two blocks And then smash in the back of a new cop car Now I think I’m wanted too (Yeah, let's get a bunch of face tats, it's goin' to be cool) (Soundcloud, yeah, like a Soundcloud rapper, aye, man) (Cut that shit off man those boys suck, man, garbage, man, sound like a fuckin' generic Three Six, man, you dumb, bitch) (You whore, get the fuck outta here) Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay We still feel like we losing, ay Losing, losing— I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank I'm on them bars, don't wan' think I'm on a lotta amphetamines, got no time for sleep Lost in my thoughts I don't know who a friend or who a enemy Nerves real disturbed, down from head to toe Ever feel like sometimes you gotta let it go? Plenty of days, I thought this shit was over Creator of the movement; creator of the music Still feel like I'm losing