| A-A-A-A-Adot probably take it |
| Damn Kai you goin' crazy |
| I’ve been in the field all of my life, I’ve been a star the way they be |
| Giving me brain I swear that I be gettin' smarter |
| These diamonds all in my head designer keep my hair |
| But water bitch swimming up in a ocean |
| You go fish to a piranha, aye |
| Fully loaded pipes, watch you fold way you start applying that pressure |
| Steppin' in Balenci’s they tellin' me I’m a stepper |
| I got black I got white what you want, I ain’t Lil Tecca |
| Bro gone take these drugs I might start telling confessions, aye |
| Found my bro to steal this shit, can’t fit in my Amiris |
| They say looks can be deceiving, ten thousand for my appearance |
| It’s getting hard to still, this pill is interfering |
| Angels on my body, inside me I’m fighting demons |
| I been off the uppers, I don’t pop the percocets |
| Try to get bro out of shackles and turn them to new baguettes |
| The foreign came with a warranty when I go serve a Sydney |
| The bigger I before I gone perc a set |
| Yeah, these are my confessions |
| Gotta keep that stick, it’s the best for my protection |
| I can’t trust these niggas cuz they acting like a reverend |
| Put my hands together, be thankful for all my blessings |
| When them lights is flashing, sirens wakin' up the neighbors |
| Lot of people want my life but it ain’t hard for them to take it |
| I’m fighting up with these demons, they belong with the angels |
| My brodie just walked up on 'em, they folding shells, left them faceless |
| Yeah them lights is flashing, reason that I’m nervous |
| My killers come out at night like they ain’t got themselves a curfew |
| The life that we live is damaged, ain’t ever meant to be perfect |
| Ain’t nothing is ever promised, the reason I’m never certain |
| Ain’t walking through the rain, see them puddles on the floor |
| Winter come around but when it’s summer it’s still cold |
| Surviving through the autumn but we dancing when it’s snowin' |
| If I make it through the storm then when it’s summer we gon' glow |
| These are my confessions |
| Gotta keep that stick, it’s the best for my protection |
| I can’t trust these niggas cuz they acting like a reverend |
| I just put my hands together, be thankful for all my blessings, aye |