“I’m Feeling low again
This shit I owe to them
But they don’t wanna let it go

I’m feeling low again
This I shit owe to them
But they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
I’m feeling low again
This I shit owe to them
But they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go

Yep, yep, yep
I could still remember (what?)
Lyrics like I’d dismember (huh?)
Forever turned into never (yuh)
Referencing you from November (slut)

I walk in the room, Dress shoes N’ a suit
I spit truths but if I disrespect you, 
I don’t apologize cause if I did there’s proof
But let’s face it, unlike them I’m gettin a tomb

They call me gutless, I call me fuckless
They call from Douglas, I pick up like suck it
And such is, another piece to add to the dozen
I’m just in - knowing what’s true doe’ you don’t know custom

I’m feeling low again
This shit I owe to them
But they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
I’m feeling low again
This shit  I owe to them
But they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go

Sons uh Bitches, Daughters Uh Bitches, fathers of bitches, mothers of bitches
I’m done with it, you all can just open up and get it
Actin strong but half ya don’t hit the jim N’

This shit like a one size fits yall
Me scheme unimaginable, you can piss off lyrics I’m handlin’ might give code to: kill all
All those tryna cancellin’ wit sum to tip off

5-0’s, My story alike those (uhh)
Who had to go and fight tropes (yuh)
Im kinda dope as I Write foes (what?)
You’re all peasants upon My throne (shucks)

I’m feeling low again
This shit I owe to them
But they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
I’m feeling low again
This shit  I owe to them
But they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go

I’m feeling low again, I’m fixing a fence 
Like I’d give ben-a-drill  is this the end
I think Yes, in a year plus a hundred (haha)
Me and music only thing separated by death
 
Outside it’s windy, I’m beginning to be thinking
If it was a promise made to a little pinky
Than a little pinky the white n reds  get me?
Cause I use my like think shit schemes 

Im the D.O.C, still not wit the SOB
S-T-O-R-Y- Rope Schemes
By these motherfucking dope fiends
Soon their necks accompanied  rope swing 

I’m feeling low again
This shit I owe to them
But they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
I’m feeling low again
This shit  I owe to them
But they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go
 they don’t wanna let it go”