CROSS PLATFORM (feat. Breeo)

10th grade let the hate wash over me I got no sleep thinking how I miss the old me What a breeze, life was easy & I never tried Now I'm boutta graduate, but barely cause I almost died I spent my summers off rip playing melee Lost some good friends, left me in a deep haze I hope they doing well, but that's besides the point Cause when we parted ways it felt like a checkpoint Cross platform, we got different stories to tell How we got up out our personal hells The burbrat breeo and the BBOY ZERO Tryna replicate style from our hero's But now I got a new flavor of the week And she just likes the music for the dick Leave her weak, low stamina Complex camping out with their cameras If the album blowing up like Camerupt Time to make my mark writing with an EXPO Cause my vision more grand than an MMO Genesis fully etched in my wrist funny Zero Zero's origin don't come from the streets I don't feel focused when the smoke in my lungs Tryna be open and honest, share this path that I'm on But then I'm scared that you'll interpret it all wrong So I resort to making trap sometimes I just wanna belong Got an internal struggle with honesty I don't know what these demons want when they follow me It's times like these wishing you were here with me In the passenger's seat It was all a dream Back when the syrup meant Jemima, not lean Back when I never thought 'bout copping a beam Lil beam of light Cartoon Network my screen 360 underneath, sit right to the Wii Call of Duty, Skate 3, and Halo Reach They used to call me Shady cause my hair had the bleach They used to call me "babyface", I always agreed I used to fucking hate me nothing changed Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis Just a kid tryna get out the place that he lived Too close to the TV but I never gave a shit Tried to run the bases but I barely got a hit Never made it home so I stayed my ass at home With my face in my phone, with my face in a screen Wanna scream but I can't, so just play Halo 3 Days still the same, nothing changed but the weed My dad took my Xbox to pay for his rent Or maybe it was drugs, I mean f*ck it he left Letting him borrow was my biggest mistake Rolling deep in lobbies was a cigarette break My one looked like a ghost town, honest it's weird My online peers ain't been on in some years Happiness was a stone's throw Now a little laugh been a far cry Hard times make me wanna rage quit life Pass the sticks to god, he can give it a try Pass the sticks to god, he can give it a try Pass the sticks to god, he can give it a try