Heard a lotta things they said
Burnin' down in my head
Mm
Word around town I left
Yeah
Word around town I'm dead

Comin' out my cage
(Comin' out my cage)
Doin' just fine
(Doin' just fine)
Countin' up my days
(Countin' up my days)
Runnin' out of time
(Runnin' out of time)

Comin' out my cage
(Comin' out my cage)
Doin' just fine (fine)
Countin' up my days
(Countin' up my days)
Runnin' out of time (time)

Knock knock, bitch, I'm comin'
Out to play (out to play)
Locks pop when I'm comin'
Out my cage (out my cage)
Nonstop, tryna keep a steady
Pace 'cause I've been in a maze
I've been MIA countin' up the
Days, days, minutes, seconds

I been stackin' up these sevens
Starin' at my reflection, askin'
Myself deep questions
Yeah, I'm crawlin' through my
Head space, tryna keep my
Head straight
Swingin' like a neck chain
Prayin' to the–, hold up
Prayin' to the dead saints
Prayin' on my next day
Feelings in my chest, they
Got me in a checkmate

Couple blinks, then the day's gone
(Day's gone)
I'm fightin' tears through a
Pay phone (pay phone)
I'm reachin' out of my gravestone
Yuh
I'm takin' letters out my name till
My name's gone

Aye, aye, aye, aye, bitch, I'm
Comin' out my cage
Doin' just fine (fine)
Countin' up my days
(I'm countin' up my days)
I'm runnin' out of time

Comin' out my cage
(Comin' out my cage)
Doin' just fine
(Doin' just fine)
Countin' up my days
(Countin' up my days)
I'm runnin' out of time

Shackled by the light (light)
Wish I could rewrite (write)
Every fuckin' night is like
I'm rollin' out the dice, I got my
Back against the wall (wall)
Skin be gettin' raw (raw)
Tally marks with chalk gettin'
Scattered through the hall (hall)

Days are goin' by (by)
Razor to my spine (spine)
Walkin' down the line, dodgin'
Bullets from the time

When the day comes, I'ma
Lace up and face up
(Face up, face up, face up, face up)
When my name up
Please don't play dumb, I'll erase ya
('Rase ya, 'rase ya, 'rase ya, 'rase ya)

I said these lights flicker (flicker)
They get brighter (brighter)
They get bigger, they send shivers
And pull triggers (uh)
Lights dimmer (dimmer)
Lips quiver (quiver)
Dark figures start to sip on the
Blood of the sinners

Y'all don't really get it, I'm a
Dead man walkin' 'round the block
When I shoulda been another
Fuckin' body in a box

Middle finger to the opps
'Bout to kick it up a notch
I ain't ever gonna stop
Till my heart decide to pop