Jogger - Worthless Lyrics

4 people at my door, I don't know they name... fuck
3 Lokos at the store, make me go insane... damn
2 cars, outta service, so I rode the train
1 person, lookin worthless, wit a broken chain, wit a broken chain, yeah

I ain't getting money lately, I guess I've been acting reckless
A hundred dollar suit to match her 50 carat necklace
Couple thousand dollars make me gain a new perspective
So catch me out the city every single time the stress hits... I
Dip out, when I get that bag, I'm frozen, homeless, in a hopeless moment
I keep my cool, I gotta own the omen
Soul is broken, got no condolence
Feeling worthless, and I got no key
Follow me, my opponent stole it
All on me, while he rolling potent
I got no cheese, but I hold my focus
Thank god I sold it
But now I got all these new issues
Like goddamn, I ain't cool witchu
And I can't even see, what I flew into
At the kickback, jiu jitsu
Boutta fuck around and pop a shot, who'd miss you?
And I just be going through motions
Life's a bitch, and you pull, bro
Hiding behind my emotions until I be ready and maybe I'm full grown
But I'm not, motherfucker no exception for me
Goddamn what it do, wasn't meant to agree
The deception for me, wasn't meant to repeat, I don't even really know what you expect to believe, ooh man

4 people at my door, I don't know they name... fuck
3 Lokos at the store, make me go insane... damn
2 cars, outta service, so I rode the train
1 person, lookin worthless, wit a broken chain, wit a broken chain, yeah

Expensive conversations I'm offended by the nation
As soon as I manage to count to 10, my time is wasted
It's like I need an investigation to find the patience
Fuck all this segregation, I'm ahead, my time is waiting, UH
Black out, now I'm going stupid
I bad mouth, but I'm going through it
I talk shit, to you lil bitches, with paw prints, yeah I'm known to do it
Maybe I'm missing got nowhere to think
Only 2 texts, on my birthday
I️ ain't addicted but give me a drink and I'm throwing it back like a Thursday, AH
Now I️ got trust issues, the only loyal one, Ben frank
Killing these rappers I️ think it explain why I'm carrying all of this dead weight
I'm the motherfucking sensei
I'm making hits like it's Fenway
Counting my money cuz I made a rack and I swear it's not even a Wednesday
Y'all sound like broken records, I should put y'all in Guinness
Your hometown curse might make you miss all the gimmicks
Y'all be letting frauds go, while busy hitting the witness
They don't admit to this image, and throw a fit till it's finished, yeah

4 people at my door, I don't know they name... fuck
3 Lokos at the store, make me go insane... damn
2 cars, outta service, so I rode the train
1 person, lookin worthless, wit a broken chain, wit a broken chain, yeah