Lyrics (Into) Yo, my attitude determine your latitude But on the real I'll ask... I'd like to ask for forgiveness, I know now not what I do though Namsayin? Mic check 1, 2 KBwhiip Verse 1 Maybe I'm bad or strapped or maybe I'm trapped In this cycle of cold nights And dark days Every bar I spit is absurd Gat every critic concerned Sentimental homie I could do this For centuries Fo' I trigger they Insecurities Salivate to the bottle Of Ritalin Every pill I witness Is every time I drool I be acting like tool Till the comedown I cry a pool Pray to the Lord for I know not what I do Hearin voices of my Momma prayin for me Happiness is straying from me I'm a nervous wreck Smokin a roach Of yesterday's remains Of marijuana Fact remains that I'm a Stunna Used to be a runna Till