Missed My Cue For Curtain Call

In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things
I always saw growing up here, especially in the graveyards
And as a child, I spent a lot of time in the graveyards
As an adult, I still spend a lot of time in the graveyards
But, as a child, it was a regular weekend thing to do—I always needed to know why
Um, sometimes
My 'whys' got me in trouble

And for my last trick, I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit
Aye, you wanna keep going—or?
Nah, that's it
$Uicide, I fucking scream it from the rooftop
The only thing I ever did worth mentionin'
Ever since $lick burned me a CD of Lil Wayne
That shit prolly still in my boombox
But nowadays, I can walk into an establishment
And select myself on the fucking jukebox
If I wanted to cop a black Countach, drive that shit like two blocks
And then smash in the back of a new cop car
Now I think I’m wanted too

(Yeah, let's get a bunch of face tats, it's goin' to be cool)
(Soundcloud, yeah, like a Soundcloud rapper, aye, man)
(Cut that shit off man those boys suck, man, garbage, man, sound like a fuckin' generic Three Six, man, you dumb, bitch)
(You whore, get the fuck outta here)

Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay
Me and kin still feel like we losing, ay
We still feel like we losing, ay
Losing, losing—
I'm on the lean, yeah, that drank
I'm on them bars, don't wan' think
I'm on a lotta amphetamines, got no time for sleep
Lost in my thoughts
I don't know who a friend or who a enemy
Nerves real disturbed, down from head to toe
Ever feel like sometimes you gotta let it go?
Plenty of days, I thought this shit was over
Creator of the movement; creator of the music
Still feel like I'm losing