Текст песни Fool - Pats

This depression got me caught up in the moment
There's only one mic left I gotta hold it
Only one night left, I gotta own it
Life's a rollercoaster gotta grip it tight
Almost lost my brother, 19 higher than a kite
If he died I never woulda lost those video games
Never woulda got my house broken into
I never knew my family could be ugly like a shitzu
And now I'm left kickin' and screamin' like ji jitsu
Electricity running through me like a Raichu
It's Pats baby, I'm over it like a re-run
You messin' with a shogun like Big Pun
Beware the throat punch
These rappers sweeter than a Crispy Crunch
This is just a hunch but I think I'm winnin' dawg
Never lackin' flaws and embracing being odd
While these other rap cats livin' life in a facade

What, you thought that I would give up already
Never miss, I aim it steady, too deadly
I'm like a medley of Mac, Benny and too much henny
Savin' my pennies for a new mansion
It's Pats Musik welcome to the expansion
Ginger baby not to be confused with Brock Hampton
Look, I used to let the drugs do me too
Now I understand them little bitches through and through
Yeah, I use 'em to my advantage
Not like my brother he couldn't manage
I'm probably jynxin' myself
Bro I love you but you need to take care of yourself
Shit, shower, shave, move on to the next one
I used to bring people together like connections
Now I'm sittin' all alone in my section
Doesn't matter cus I'm focused on progression
Google sheets couldn't track this projection
I'm tryna make this fuckin' rap music my profession