The Deep End - Merkules

One-two, one-two

One-two, one-two

I work hard for a profit, I got lint balls in my pockets

Haters stopping, move with caution

These opportunities knocking, get it popping

Fill my body up with toxins everyday

Challenges right in front of me, I walk a different way

So it’s hard for me to achieve goals when I don’t got motivation

With the lime light in my eyesight but I still can’t find the patience

And I hate it, I think too much and I drink too much so I’m faded

In the hot tub got her naked, playing Californication

I tell myself that I made it but I know that’s not the case

I’mma cop a Glock then pop a shot like open up the safe

I’ve been waiting forever and it’s been taking forever

My blood’s cold, I’m walking in the rain with no sweater

I do it dolo, and pave my own lane for the better

Chasing the cheddar, pacing waiting cause the pain got me fed up

They can’t hang when the game change they shook of what could happen

But I won’t stop 'till my heart stops and they put me in that casket

I do this cause' I need this and I see this as my passion

I’m up all night and I’m sleepless and I’m dreaming of expansion

That’s what happens, it’s crazy I’m excited for the outcome

Stressing is my weapon I won’t leave the house without one

As the wheels keep turning, the trees keep burning

I’m out here and I’m tryna get rich

But as the money goes missing, these people act different

It’s cause' they know I’m on my shit

But I don’t need them, I’m stuck in the deep end

No, I don’t need them, I’m stuck in the deep end

I trust few and I doubt some

They only there when the drought come

This rap shit is my sidekick when I’m frustrated and down some

I stack loot and I save up, my attitude is just pay up

So I fuck the beat then we break up

I run the scene like the grey cup

I’m in the club with that thang tucked

Say the wrong thing and get laced up

I don’t play tough I just hate chumps

Who act hard when it’s made up

It’s all the same procedure

I steal meals when I’m eager

The real deal and you Bieber

Got wheels of steel like a leader

I don’t need ya, so you can miss me with the phone calls

I tour the country getting' money with my road dogs

And I’ve been waiting on that green light for so long

Truth is all these dudes suck like blow jobs

I get tired but I can’t sleep, I’m still stuck in the back seat

I’m driving round' at a fast speed

'Till I start to swerve and I can’t see

I lose faith and I find more

I’m screw face and a crime lord

I’m too baked and my eyes sore

My dues making me grind more (it's Merk)

As the wheels keep turning, the trees keep burning

I’m out here and I’m tryna get rich

But as the money goes missing, these people act different

It’s cause' they know I’m on my shit

But I don’t need them, I’m stuck in the deep end

No, I don’t need them, I’m stuck in the deep end