Greened Out

My friends saying that the king goes first I ain't a pussy but I'm feeling so hurt A lil weed can't make things worse Hella bitches but I don't even flirt I'm so shy and I don't like myself I don't cry but I check my health And how the fuck do I make some wealth? I ain't a bitch but I need some help One hit two hits three hits There's no way that they view me as a bitch I ain't famous but I'm feeling a-list I'm so quiet ion ever say shit And now I wonder what my dad would think I'd fuck a hoe that's the saddest link I ain't rich but I'm imagining To be a star that's what I plan to be Had me thinking bout the time I snitched They put some weed in my locker grams of it I gave it to a dean he prolly smoked the shit And then they trashed my books that's sum hoe ass shit Fuck them fuck you fuck her Going hard pouring liquor on the curb I'm hella chill but they poked a nerve I'm okay but I'm close to blur But let me see if I can Freestyle Wit a bad bitch staring in the meanwhile I'm so hyped I can prolly run 3 miles And your man's been a lame ass dude wit a weak style At this point I'm no cool with time I'm so fucked I would choose a crime Or so fucked that I'm blue to cry Or maybe I'll just lose my mind Who the fuck am I around? they don't care bout me Truth in my eyes wouldn't dare I see Flying in the clouds in air I'll be Blank face gaze with a stare I need Damn Then I threw up once Then I threw up twice Fucking up the night The vibe I'm screwing Play it off right Walking on my own I could never do that Feeling so alone But I fake a true laugh Everything's wrong But I been a cool cat Make a new song You can make a few racks Yea you can make a few racks Cause if I had money they would love me then Gold digger by my side she can just pretend Fake people in my life I was letting in All the girls that I liked, left again But just know that I'm going far Even though I threw up in the homies car And I give two fucks, Coach Lavar But I'm in another world, close to Mars I might never come back But it's been a marathon, run laps And I needa grow up, rug rats And I'll never be shit, fuck that I never know what I really stand for Just a man tryna get stamps on his passport With some plans just to make bands enter backdoors As I ran from a fan I was really that bored All net we ain't hitting backboard Tried to play it cool I was scared to the core A couple weeks later feeling dead for days I used to feel pain that's a better way Thoughts of despair I had kept away Advice I was given I was led astray Depersonalized tryna feel alive I'm guessing it was wrong tryna feel a high You gone be fine that was still a lie The demons I was fighting tryna kill tonight What I read on the internet was not enough A few weeks later I'm at golf and stuff With my primos We decide to chop it up Never had to lie kept it real asf He told me he had gone through the same shit too I was shocked Like damn he knew All the same shit we been through Hadda laugh it off cause I knew it was true I was sposed to be the one they could look up to But here I was feeling so blue There's more in life that I still needa do My mindstate feeling fresh and brand new Things on the screen that a homie seen now I felt a lot of shame always took the clean route Looking for a quick fix like a fein now But don't trip all you did was green out