1My vibes are off, my days are done, and the graves are ready for me, fr.

2Are there not haters around me? My eyes can't stop peeping their shade, no cap.

3Just chill, let’s make a deal; who’s down to shake on it with me?

4You’ve kept their hearts from getting it, so they ain’t gonna level up.

5If you’re throwing compliments to your homies, even their kids are gonna be sus.

6Now I’m a meme to the squad; I used to be the life of the party.

7My eyes are low from all this pain, and I feel like a shadow, periodt.

8Real ones will be shook by this, and the innocent will pop off on the fakes.

9The righteous will keep grinding, and those with clean hands will get stronger, bet.

10But for y’all, come back and let’s chat; can’t find a wise one in the crew.

11My days are over, my plans are shattered, even my heart’s thoughts are lost.

12They flip night into day, but the light’s short 'cause it’s all dark, fr.

13If I chill, the grave is my crib; I’ve made my bed in the dark vibes.

14I told decay, "You’re my dad," and to the worm, "You’re my fam."

15And where’s my hope at now? Who’s gonna see my hope, for real?

16They’re gonna dip down to the pit, when we’re just dust together, no cap.

1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

2Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

3Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

4For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

5He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

8Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

9The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

10But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

12They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

13If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

14I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

16They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.