text: Coming on 4 years since my father died
  Sometimes I wish it was a homicide
  Make the pain a lil easier to understand
  Self-inflicted wounds be the sins of man
  Tens of grands flourish in my pockets on a regular now
  And Im like word, I aint smoking regular now
  Famous numbers all in my cellular now
  Funny how the more respected I get
  The more Im in doubt with the self-loathing
  Designer brand frequent on my belt and clothing
  They see that as flashy
  And Im like...word
  I see that as lifes failed attempt to try and make me happy
  When it seems like everything that I could guard just gon attack me
  I mean my heart got scars
  My car aint even starting
  And Im on my last dollar, man
  Ive been in the parking lot barred out, sipping the High Life
  Contemplating taking my life
  My vice has always been to try and mimic my father
  And his decisions, but
  Jobbin like him just brought me them same collisions, I know
  When Im in these large crowds I get petrified
  So excuse me if I step aside
  I always had a weak stomach
  I puked last night
  I was staring at the stars on the roof last night, aye
  Man, I always had a weak stomach
  Ive been out here try to chill
  The drama keep coming 
  Keep coming 
  The drama keep coming 
  Man, I always had a weak stomach
  Yo, signing to a major label
  Was always a fable, we didnt bank on it
  Every table in my house got a drink on it
  Alcoholic ambition to try to ease the pain
  I aint had no father figure to try and teach me, mane
  Rolling round, 16 years old, on the way to Vero Beach
  Reminiscing, that heat was under my seat, for what?
  I guess I had something to prove
  Problem child, aint got nothing to lose, Vodka-induced
  And Im rolling til my shock has reduce to the bare minimal
  On the borderline of being a criminal
  Becoming a by-product all my homies with product for sale
  In and out of jail and what it entail
  Hail Mary inside the speaker while we bust the wide on Georgia Ave
  Sitting in the back with a gat
  Looking for them folk who robbed us last week, and we aint sober
  Then I told pimpin to pullover
  I always had a weak stomach
  I puked last night
  I was hanging out the window bout to shoot last night, aye
  Man, I always had a weak stomach
  Ive been out here tryna chill
  The drama keep coming 
  Keep coming 
  Let some real muhfuckas speak
  The drama keep coming 
  Shit, yall know...Kells
  Man, I always had a weak stomach
  But fuck that
  Aint no time for a sickness when you trying to get it 
  And all the time in this prison is spent finding a prism
  A way to turn one ray of light into colorful visions
  Carry on tradition for everyone who came from the ditches 
  Rose from the dirt without a stain though
  Insane how some angels hang themselves with their own halo
  Thats why I lay low
  Now my worst enemy is my mind
  Stare at a screen and watch these other artists take what is mine
  Sit by myself and smoke so much weed that it looks like Im crying
  This life offers a lot, but one thing it does not is rewind.
  So I proceed forward
  And my standards for this game never lowered
  Ever since I became what they said I wouldnt Ive wanted more
  Dear Lord, save me from these snakes constricting like boas 
  Old friends at my doors
  Industry still ignore us
  Landlord on the phone is telling me I cant afford it
  Im three months late
  Feel like a pregnant woman this chorus
  Cause of my weak stomach
  I always had a weak stomach
  I puked last night
  I was contemplating telling you the truth last night, aye
  Man, I always had a weak stomach
  Ive been out here try to chill
  The drama keep coming 
  Keep coming 
  The drama keep coming 
  Man, I always had a weak stomach