I got death in my pocket and nothing but time
All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind
I just leave 'em there, I don't even care, no
Holding up a flare, I could use a prayer, oh
I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive

Don't know, why but it feels like my world is crashing down
I just bought a brand, fuck
Darkness does it take to get this flashy, huh

Don't know why, but it feels like my world is crashing down
I just bought a brand new car, I wanna crash it now
How much darkness did it take to get this flashy now?
I lose a piece of my soul when the cameras flash
So I'm asking every fan who's questioning my passion
Thinking I'm caught up in fashion or that I forgot my past
To understand that I'm just a dropout, I don't have the answers
I became a dad so young, I ain't know how to use them Pampers
Baby mama's food stamps kept my stomach full
I had to make a plan 'cause now my family needed me to make a rap
And me and Slim back at that address, 128th, we trapping
Writing lyrics down on napkins, room so small, we share a mattress
Look what happened

I got death in my pocket and nothing but time
All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind
I just leave 'em there, I don't even care, no
Holding up a flare, I could use a prayer, oh
I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive

Don't know how I get so high but I'm not passin' out
I guess the drugs are in my blood, hope I don't pass it down
Hope I'm allowed to see my baby get her cap and gown
'Cause doctors told my dad he won't be here a year from now
Yeah, my first reaction is punchin' the wall until it's cracking
Both my knuckles shattered, don't ask what the fuck's the matter
I've been battling the fact I lost my closest to cancer
The only thing she asked was for me and him to get closer
But I hung up too fast, went to sleep and then she passed
You've been silent seven years, it took that to get us back
We all needed second chances, I've been bottlin' the sadness
I guess I'm just happy that we finally got to bury shit before the casket

I got death in my pocket and nothing but time
All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind
I just leave 'em there, I don't even care, no
Holding up a flare, I could use a prayer, oh
I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive

I think I'm ready to die tonight
It's fucked up 'cause I ain't lived half my life
I saw the devil and passed him like
"You tryna fuck up my afterlife"
But I don't even care, you can keep me there, yeah
Holdin' up a flare, I needed a prayer, yeah
I got death in my pocket
But I feel so alive

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Blaise Railey, Brandon Matthew Allen, Nicholas Alex Long, Nicole Naomi Weiner, Richard Colson Baker, Rory Andrew, Stephen John Basil