[Intro] Look around you, nothing works The only thing we’re- a kid is presented with is When you grow up, what, y’know, uh You can join the army, you can go to war, you can get a gig, uh working as an engineer, become a vegetable And drive to work in your own car, your own big metal box and- What joy is there in life? Life should be- life is- is and should be… ecstasy Being alive should be a joy and it’s a drag For most people because uh They never had a chance to figure it out for themselves What they wanted to be “You were a this, or you’re gonna be a this” [Interlude] *Coughing* Uh Got to put the hardest tracks at the start of the fuckin’ tape bruh This how this shit work Nutcracker Hahaha [Verse] You step inside of my shoes, when I step in the booth (Yeah) When there’s something to prove, you ain’t got nothin’ to lose (Nah) When I’m cuttin’ a tune, life I live is the muse (For real) Nowhere to go if this ain’t work you just want something to do Ain’t got the time for this shit to be a hobby no more (Nah) Empathy still a kid, but I could die in the morn’ (Real) So I’ll spend the night writing ‘til my fingers are sore (Yeah) I spit a verse full of passion, you spit a verse cause you bored (Aye) Swear my whole persona changed, they ain’t pick up my calls You learn who the real ones are when your stumbling, falling Who supporting when I’m sober when I need it the most? (Who?) If you ain’t happy for me homie, better leave me alone And don’t call yourself my homie all you did was repost (Repost) I had bitches that were fuckin’ me because of my flows (My flows) And that’s more than you ever did don’t be hittin’ my phone (Phone) The snakes become evident when the grass in a cone (Grass in a cone) For real

[Intro] EMP motherfucker Uh uh Woo woo Back up in this bitch! Aye Aye aye aye Uh Uh [Verse] Sayin’ I’m the best, man that ain’t a stretch (It ain’t) Prolly why when I walk up here these cunts are tense (Prolly) Never one to conform here we keep the guess (Nah) It up in air like freshener scents (Brah) Who you know look this bummy but still rap this fresh Fuck toast with honey sticky mornin’ sesh (Fuck) Kick out snow bunny no more mornin’ sex (Out) I get to bread and write a cheque off rhymes I said (True) In my defence it’s my skill set Professional degenerate Ash the shit on your floor (Woo!) Look, fuck a plaque I want more, ugh (Woo!) Dentist scam with my thoughts, uh (Mm!) Tell me who want it with the hydroponic atomic Motherfucker got the Tommy I’m furious that you frontin’ Show me love and won’t ever reciprocate it I’m sorry I was sharing everything with my homies like I’m a commie With my heart out my sleeve like I’m wearing some Abercrombie ‘Cause it money they be chasing couldn’t ask what it cost me Couldn’t ask if you love me I guess the shit just above me I promise you ain’t touch me With ya feet on the clouds and you better cease sound ‘Cause a king is around, came to humble you clowns Send me the track, you bet I’m dicking it down Send me the ounce you bet I’m packing the loud And I’m actually proud of who I’m becoming ‘Cause motherfuckers promised I would never be nothing If imma stick to tree huggin’ So finna Shia Lebuff it and transform all this nothin’ To something you ain’t able to not bring up in your discussions Hahaha shh [Outro] So you said before that this album has sort of changed over time (*Coughing*) Transformed into a full body of work Tell me a bit about that What was involved in the process of creating this project? I mean my process - if you can call it that - has always been dysfunctional I was working on another project and it wasn’t going the direction I wanted and I was- I was reworking it constantly, I needed something to put out in the meantime So this- this project started out as just an EP Before the concept kept growing, it formed it’s own breath and started walking on it’s own two feet And that’s, like, when I realised I had something important to say here And- and it means a lot to me y’know? And, you just- you can’t Fuckin’- you can’t plan these projects for me Because they just tend to happen on their own

[Intro] I don’t know what to call this shit (Ahhh, special K!) [Verse 1] Hammers, they knowing they can’t touch this (Nah) Cameras, police wanna see me slip (Huh?) Actors, rappers thinking they in flicks Only get one take when the clapboard clicks (Yuh) Gotta take minute to chop it up, feelin’ like I’m a sorcerer Lick and stickin’ up all the blunts, tell ‘em this is my formula Orbit and kill the beat and bring it back to the coroner Spacing out I’m like “who are ya?” but still pourin’ the fluid up (Who are ya?) Met some motherfuckers they snakes like, who can I trust Man the kid just wanna be great like, the fuckin’ shark Bet I know they taking the bait ‘cause, I piss ‘em off Stressin’ like the period late bruh, just give it up (Ayeee!) I just treat the rap like a thumbtack, I pin ‘em up A Shepard I been culling the herd bruh, I thin ‘em out If I ain’t done a record with you, then, you prolly suck I was thinking that was your hoe ‘cause, she get around (Haha) Never been the one to fuckin’ sit around I’m with the hounds, hit a pound Then I’m out, get a snack, off the couch Hit the weights, spit it loud Get home to my bad one, make her bounce Pass out (Woah!) I don’t talk that smack man fuck that (Fuck that) I don’t trust no man imma weigh that When I get back, way back I was gettin’ taxed Rich kids really sellin’ fids for a whole stack (Bro!) Ya math off and I was never fuckin’ good at that But I know - 14 in a half, 28 in an ounce Four ounce QP, 16 is a pound More you fuck around, more you find out (Argh!) [Interlude] Smoke weed everyday Smo-smoke weed everyday (Yeah) Aye More you fuck around, more you find out (Blap!) [Verse 2] Spittin’ a riddim and kill ‘em with venom Fuck that, send ‘em to heaven The second they thinkin’ they better I’m a fuckin’ Barretta Extended with the components for taking out my opponents When she comin’ for bonin’? (Uh!) Sinking a cone, declining the phone *inhale* Picture Capone but just hella stoned (Woo) Pick up a flow, whiff of the dro (*inhale*) Then I’m fuckin’ killin’ it bro, you just wouldn’t know A good track If it hit you in the motherfucking face My sad shit got her tearin’ up like he spraying mace Imma flip God off when I’m enterin’ the gate So he send me back to hell where they booming with the bass (Bass) Booming with the bass (Bass) Send me back to hell where they booming with the bass (Huh?) Booming with the bass (Aye, Aye!) Fuck that Take a motherfucker to the lake like Jason Know some motherfuckers prolly wanna bash my face in Face it, you just fuckin’ jealous you ain’t made it Expected this shit silver plated Shit gets dangerous (Yeah!) You a kid with your lil’ rap phases (True!) Dirty money but the rap flow stainless (Stainless!) She lost it when I said I ain’t changing Blaze that dro and I keep tracks banging (Shit’s banging!) Dirty money but the rap flow stainless (Stainless!) She lost it when I said I ain’t changing Blaze that dro and I keep tracks banging Fuckin’ bangin’ [Outro] Fuck it man, I’m done We just gonna let this shit run Yeah pack- yeah fuckin’ pack me another one Yeah right fuckin’ now man The fuck you mean? [Outro Interlude] Everyone has money, there’s no identity in money You can only say I have more money or less money and that’s no identity that’s just quantity The only thing you can do with money is buy mass produced products And everyone has mass produced products, uh Detroit makes 5 million cars all the same

[Intro} Uh uh You got burdens, I got burdens, we got burdens in life That's why my burner grip tight And I be smokin' it right I'm a burden, you a burden, kids will burden your life, like E, M, P {Verse 1] This remind me of my youth and I ain't talkin' 'bout them teenage years (Nah) Muhfucker I just spent them in the booth (For real) I guess I've always felt that I had something to prove (Something) To new faces that ain't even care about how I move, uh This remind me of before I was sick When a stick could last a week, now I'll inhale it quick When I split a litre gin between me and six friends Ask me when I dissociated, man that depends (Depends) Was it, when my parents called it quits and I was caught up in the mix? (Aye) I couldn't understand the shit but I guess I was forced to it I don't blame my father, 'cause shit, ain't nobody perfect And I don't blame my mama, 'cause if the shit ain't working [Hook 1] Then why burden yourself? (Why the fuck are you-!) Why keep hurtin' yourself? (Why keep hurtin' yourself?) Look, why burden yourself, or keep hurting yourself? Why burden yourself? (Why ya burdenin' and hurtin' yourself?) [Verse 2] This remind me of my youth, when I was clean and out the womb My mama coppin' me some shoes, felt like the man when I's at school (Yeah) Ramen in the afternoon, simple times you pick and choose (Simple) What shawty I'm taking for graduation, now it's the rent or the food (Which?) What dudes associated with ya clique and ya friends? Are ya friends apart of the clique or a means to an end? (Yeah) Ask me why I'm antisocial, man I guess that depend Is it 'cause everyone I know done asked for a fix? Seem like I'm only at the function so they all get a sniff Maybe I'm too buddy-buddy, don't pay me back bro that's it I called it quits with the drugs, now I'm alone with my bitch Skip the small talk fucker, what you give for a hit? [Hook 2] So why'd you burden me dog? (Why?) Questioning my purpose like "fuck" (Questionin' my purpose) So why'd you burden me dog? Guess I'm the person you call When you want in but you can't get involved (You sly cunt) [Verse 3} This remind me that the truth is that I never needed you For validation or reviews about my music or conclude That I'm a fuck up 'cause I risked it all to live the way I choose When you ain't gotta fuckin' clue, but everybody think they do (Fuck) And If I held a grudge to everybody that wronged me I'd prolly spend my life hatin' who I am in the morning (Real shit) Forgive and forget, the only way to man up 'Cause I just love myself way too damn much (Yeah) And so, look You can't live in my head, rent free like a squatter Got no room up in there, only the rhymes that I'm jottin' She get jealous of music 'cause that bitch hold my attention Longer than any women when they leave my side who I'm left with? The tunes, the beats, the rhythm, the blues (Yeah) On my lonely, in my room, Frank Ocean, for the loot (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Imma fuckin' get it all or the kid will die trying Piece of mind, got 50 cents worth that's 25 that prying In my life, check back when you do business with ya thoughts (Check back) Tellin' me to "get on track" when ya nine to five's a raut (Fuckin' raut) Man, these people givin' up on me, I ain't return their calls (Nah) Hit decline like I just passed a fuckin' vendor in the mall [Hook 3] Sorry to burden you bruh (Sorry to burden) But don't you worry I'm good (Don't you fuckin' worry) I feel I burden ya bruh, so please just show me the door And when you need me I'm gone (And I won't ever come back) [Interlude] Deal with burdens everyday Deal with burdens everyday Deal with burdens everyday Burdens, burdens Deal with burdens everyday Deal with burdens everyday Deal with burdens everyday Burdens, burdens Deal with burdens everyday Deal with burdens everyday Deal with burdens everyday Burdens, burdens Deal with burdens everyday Deal with burdens everyday Deal with burdens everyday [Outro] People really criticise you for being an addict man like you- You ever have another addict tell you to stop using? You think I have a crippling dependence by choice or somethin'? Oh nah nah, my favourite is when people think that The pain they caused you is the reason you're an addict then they victimise themselves like Motherfucker don't think so highly of yourself, I was gonna try them drugs anyway Tell me you've never dealt with addiction without telling me you never dealt with addiction

[Intro 1] I remember going to the fuckin’ corner store, the IGA to get our Black & Gold products man (Aye, EMP motherfucker!) That home brand shit, it’s what we had to do (Black & Gold!) When you broke as fuck it’s what you gotta do (Let me take ya back, uh) [Verse 1] Lemme take ya back a couple years ago was in a hole (In a hole) Barely makin’ music, only rabbit holes of habits old (Habits old) United with my centrefold, I’m good as gold A minor out here diggin’ holes, won’t listen to a thing he’s told (Minors) He fill his soul (Fill his soul) With swishers, box is Black & Gold, filter tips and then we roll (Then we roll) Stumble down this lonely road, bourbon bottles warm the cold (Warm the cold) Actin’ grown, actin’ old, only knows the streets is so Unforgiving rather make a living push- nah spitting dope (So unforgiving) Mum and Dad and shawty calling up my phone they worried (Where the fuck you at?) Trauma got my vision blurry, didn’t mean to leave ya hurting (Yeah) What a burden, they did all they could to see a different verdict (Different verdict) But as hard they try, I still can’t say I’m cleanin’ up for certain (Nah) He got swishers, box is Black & Gold, filter tips and then we roll (Then we roll) Stumble down this lonely road bourbon bottles warm the cold (Warm the cold) Actin’ grown, actin’ old, only knows the streets is so Unforgiving rather make a living push- nah spitting dope (Spitting dope!) Swishers, box is Black & Gold, filter tips and then we roll (Then we roll motherfucker) Stumble down this lonely road bourbon bottles warm the cold (Warm the cold motherfucker) Actin’ grown, actin’ old only knows the streets is so (Acting old motherfucker) Unforgiving rather make a living push- nah spitting dope (Spitting dope motherfucker) Fuckin’ spitting dope (Spitting dope motherfucker) Rather make a- uh (Spitting dope motherfucker) Unforgiving rather make a- (Spitting dope motherfucker) Unforgiving rather make a living push- nah spitting dope (Spitting dope motherfucker) [Interlude] (Unintelligible) Real quick, just have one question for ya When’s the last time you heard a crackhead say “I don’t have any money I don’t think I’m gonna smoke today”? Never! Because it doesn’t happen, they always find a way Are you gonna let a crackhead out hustle you today? [Intro 2] Imma just be over in my corner doin’ my own thing You can tuck with it or you can not fuck with it See if I give a shit, dog [Verse 2] Argh, fuck it, what’s another verse right? (What?) Scrappin’ my whole tape, replace it with another verse write (Scrap that shit) Down what I experience, but that don’t make the verse right (Nah) Ain’t about the cash but, that’s what make a verse, right? Argh (For real) Man the shit I’m hearing, bunch of simple shit (Yeah) Take it back to 94’, when motherfuckers really spit (Really spit!) Take forward, ‘03 reincarnated into the kid (To the kid) “Talking shit already barely old enough to speak my man” (Ahaha) Aye, that’s just how we do it up in here And we gettin’ more booty than a fucking buccaneer bruh, uh (What?) I just levelled up a couple tiers If you ain’t put him in S, I give ‘em somethin’ so sincere, look (Motherfucker) Make ‘em paranoid, they sniffing gear (*sniff sniff*) Aggravated when ya talkin’, I just wait to see the tears now, aye I been at this rapping shit for years (For real) Only got a couple features, I ain’t fuckin’ with my peers, ‘cause (Nah fuck ‘em) I’m the only one to put the work in, get it perfect (Aye aye) ‘Cause these verses give me some kind of a purpose I was workin’ nine to five, but ain’t get “thank you for your service” (Aye aye) So I’m curvin’ expectations I just need a beat to murder motherfucker (Aye)

[Intro] ‘Sup motherfucker? (Woo!) Call it anthrax, you can’t touch the kid (EMP motherfucker, EMP motherfucker!) [Verse] I don’t diss ‘em anymore With the surgical bars all my patience fuckin’ gone (Fuckin’ gone, fuckin’ gone) Uh, aye Had my back against the wall What I need protection for? I’m back to serve it to ‘em raw (To ‘em raw, to ‘em raw) Really thought I would phone it in when I don’t pick up calls (Nah) Get ‘em gone if they step to me with diction on records I don’t ball, I step up in here to spit and smoke it all This a chore for you, for me it something I do when I’m bored (For real) Ain’t important what you preaching imma leave ‘em looking amateur (Yeah) ‘Cause acting tough, it ain’t the way my bruvva, you’ll be laughing stock I hardly drop, yet I’m the one they think of when the convo on Like who the hardest spitter outta Brissie? They can’t pass him up (They can’t) You barely in this shit man how your passion gone? (How?) That’s how you know this shit ain’t for ya They told me “good luck getting on” I ain’t beg for none (Nah) I just kept it steppin’ like a Kendrick song Echelon, on our way to upper now no veering off I told motherfuckers I won’t quit until my fam is on (Aye) And I mean that shit cause I was one that they was counting on When I chose this rappin’ and the drugs they thought I gave up on ‘em (They thought) But respectfully it be my mission that I prove ‘em wrong Here we go (Yeah, yeah) Leave em in the smoke when I kick back then I’m a ghost An apparition with my bitch on side of me like she a toaster Heater, burn ya hemoglobin cut ‘em off and leave ‘em choking Broken hopin’ open throats if not addressed as goat no jokes (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!) Is it really EMP if he don’t hit ya with the tongue twister? You expectin’ less than that then you just fuckin’ dumb mister (Dumb) Tell ya bitch hop off my line bro I don’t wanna smoke with her Clique around, whatever though I’m closer to the dope dealers I came out the mud so best expect me on a four wheeler Rippin’ up ya turf for cash I’m acting like a gold digger (Yeah) I respect the girls like that ‘cause I ain’t have it all either (Yeah) Get your money shawty and best keep it from the soul eaters How he making cold heaters? T off like a wife beater Get to hittin’ clubs and now you don’t know your own life meaning Fuck ‘em bro came out swinging every track a punch hittin’ Change to someone so different when you on that rags, riches shit Like how bad could it get? You ahead, they get mad, on they level, then they flex Motherfuck the politics, ridin’ shotty in this whip (Skrrt) Gripping shotty with my shawty drivin’, L plates give a shit dawg EMP (Look look look) I might blackout with a ratchet on me Back out put that pussy on me Rolling Freddie gettin’ stoney Don’t think disrespect below me Bro I’ll put in ya fuckin’ place Saw the coppers did the dash feel like Tay K on the race I can’t let them see my stash so you know we change the plates ‘Cause I wake up paranoid in what they call the sunny state If she come around for chop then imma let her get a taste Hoping that my door be on the hinges where it fuckin stay (Fuckin’ stay, uh) Where it fucking stay (EMP) Where it stay (Where it stay muhfucker, where it stay) Uh [Outro] Call it anthrax, you can’t touch the kid Pull up in an all black fuckin’ whip Here’s another hit Barry Bonds shit, motherfucker yeah I don’t even know brah Haha

[Intro: Guest] Don’t forget yourself You’re not something else Don’t forget yourself, oh no ‘Cause you’re not something else [Chorus 1: Guest & Empathy] (Look who got a second to breathe muhfucker) No one know How did it start? But we existing (Expected me to up and just leave muhfucker?) Keep hurting and twisting, yeah (Yeah) (All my peers giving up on they dreams, muhfucker) When I met you It was hard (I look at ‘em like couldn’t be me muhfuckers) But you gave me (That’s some real shit) All your love, yeah [Verse 1: Empathy] Yeah, cheap liquor makes bad decisions, like Making you think you were the part that’s missin’ (Fuckin’ missin’) On the real, we both knowin’ that it ain’t that serious (It ain’t serious) But if I wasn’t feeling you, wouldn’t make an appearance, look (I wouldn’t) It’s apparent you been damaged, you don’t try to hide it (You don’t try) That’s why you leaving the next morning when I got inside it (Got inside it) Ain’t expect me to reply to you next day, coulda hit decline (Yeah) ‘Cause I was with my ex and thinking “why?” (Fuckin’ why?) We attracted to the people that don’t wanna see you shine Prolly ‘cause it’s an excuse to waste the moments of our lives Precious time wonderin’ what coulda been if we ain’t died (Yeah) With our dreams when you put ‘em on the burner out ya mind, uh (Aye) [Chorus 2: Guest & Empathy] No one know How did it start? But we existing Keep hurting and twisting, yeah (We can just keep it runnin’ at this point) When I met you It was hard (Sandwich grilled cheese) But you gave me (Sandwiches and bad bitches) All your love, yeah [Verse 2: Empathy & Guest] Cheap molly makes me think she want me (For real) Only know her from my class but if you need, you got me (You got me) The way I piss you off, we must be meant for each other (Haha) It take a certain typa hate to form as toxic lovers, look (Yeah) I been strategising ways to get up out of here (Aye) Until I spit a verse to take us out the fuckin’ stratosphere (Aye) Or take your breath away, atleast to me they similar in feelin’ (Aye) I been smoking on this good to try and find a deeper meaning (Tryna find it) Like why we here and why we breathing? If it ain’t to love the people That can hold us down and lift us up in times of feelin’ feeble (Keep on turning) Even though a man must leave his mark to feel he had a purpose (Yeah we keep on turning) With you or without you dawg the world gon’ keep on fuckin’ (It’s gonna keep turning) [Bridge: Guest & Empathy] Turning, turning (Nah, keep it runnin’) Yeah we keep on Turning turning yeah When we keep on Turning turning (Uh, Drake) Yeah we keep on Turning turning (So enjoy what you got motherfucker) [Interlude: Base.exe & Empathy] Uh, she make me a grilled cham- Damn it I screwed up but I was gonna say- (Grilled cheese, grilled sandwich) She make me a grilled sandwich with the cheese Give me some ostrich eggs and please I need it on my plate I don’t know what to say That’s how we so- (Yeah, bitch) Alright [Outro: Empathy] Bitches now be sayin’ shit like they don’t cook and clean no more and shit Well I cook and clean, I don’t see a problem with that I don’t see why it can’t be 50/50, hell bitch imma even make you a sandwich if you want and shit But all I’m sayin’ is you gotta make me one too every once and a while, y’know? Hahahah What the fuck am I doing

[Intro] Argh, urgh EMP motherfucker, EMP motherfucker (The underachiever could see it-) ‘Cause I’ll tell ya how I’s feelin’ (What the fuck is that?) Uh Uh (The underachiever could see it-) [Verse 1] Let me tell ya how I’s feelin’ (How I’s feelin’) When the shit done hit the ceilin’ (The ceilin’) What I put up on this record (This record) Have you lookin’ at me different (At me different) Delinquent with a vision (With a vision) He could have it all from spittin’ Now just to convince the world (Convince the world) Galileo’s inquisition (Inquisition) [Hook 1] ‘Cause I pull up in the uh, uh, what the fuck is that? Look, I could leave her down bad with no succotash How could you sacrifice the art for the fuckin’ cash? (How?) They ain’t never see ya drive they wait for you to crash (Skrrrt) Pull up in the uh, uh, leave ‘em looking mad (Mad) Look, I could leave her down bad, make her want me back How you gon’ keep on living life through ya camera flash? They ain’t expect me to excel made they computers crash [Verse 2] The underachiever could see it happen with my grades (Yeah) Ain’t even trying mane, they give me all the appraise Invited me back like I’s welcome, like I ain’t a disgrace (For real) Like I wasn’t off my face like Nicolas Cage everyday (Haha) They ain’t even try to help me, seeing I wouldn’t change (Nah) And I ain’t bring attention to it anyway, can’t complain My mates are more concerned ‘cause they know I don’t vocalise pain (I don’t) Unless it through my music, lately though I ain’t dropped a thing, but (Thang) Empathy been at it, I won’t ever stop rapping bro (Never) Recording like an addict with these tracks as my habit, though I’m slippin’ down backwards into madness of perfect flows (Aye) If it hurtin’, repurpose it into verses ‘til curtains close Uh, look (Aye) When I confront you I mean it Ain’t one to front for no reason (Nah) Internal rhymes that I’m schemin’ Still ain’t got me in my feelings (Never) I’d rather burn back a tree while I feed my soul to my demons [Interlude] Drug users do not fit within any comfortable grouping They are young, as well as old They are disadvantaged, but often, affluent [Hook 2] Pull up in the uh, uh, what the fuck is that? (What?) Look, I could leave her down bad with no succotash (No succotash) How could you sacrifice the art for the fuckin cash? (How man?) For the fuckin’ cash for the fuckin’ cash (Wait for you to crash) Pull up in the uh, uh, leave ‘em looking mad (Yeah) Look, I could leave her down bad make her want me back How you gon keep on living life through ya camera flash? (How motherfucker?) They ain’t expect me to excel made they computers crash (Crash) They ain’t expect me to excel made they computers fuckin’ crash (The underachiev-) [Verse 3] Uh uh, EMP, uh (Aye) Motherfucker don’t rub me wrong, like a bitch who ain’t (Don’t) Never give a fuckin’ handjob before, I could leave you severed Bleeding from ya orifice, love the gore, imma keep it steppin’ Kendrick when he tap dances, hit the floor and won’t be no damage (None) Slangin’ to shawtys, my ex was snitchin’, she jealous (Jealous bitch) She told her mother about it, she told my mother, I’m finished Now my stepfather calling, told me to “drop it and dash Coppers waiting for me, better flush whatever is stashed” They ain’t catch me slippin’ though, thought the drugs fried my brain (How?) Like I ain’t know how to be on the downlow when I’m blazing? Please Junkies always find a way, and the hustlers slang (That’s true) I’m in between I guess, went Malcolm in the middle to play with them (Playin’) Uh, I’m a druggie an underachiever, nobody (Nobody) Uh, but just watch how he work these words, when I get money (Cash) I bet they won’t be as concerned Like you brush me off when I was Tryna tell you I’m hurting (Sly cunt) But now I ain’t follow the path you want you ask me my purpose? Criticise me and crucify me, said “fuck the consensus”, this’ll learn em (Fuck ‘em) The underachiever, act like you ain’t never heard of him motherfucker Babe, pick up your fucking phone [Outro] You mentioned just now that this project grew to have an overarching concept Tell us what message you were tryna convey here with underachiever Well that’s the whole reason I started this shit That feeling of being alone and empty, no- nobody should have to deal with that People always talk about these support networks but- But no one wants to give you the tools to actually build this meaningful relationships Where you can actually talk to people and- *coughs* excuse me, um That- that’s always been who- who I am and- and what I want my brand to represent That, like, that you aren’t alone I think it’s especially hard for young people now Um, ‘cause- ‘cause they can’t find a direction You’re always told you need to know exactly what you’re doing from the get go 10 year plan, wife, kids, mortgage, grave, all that shit But if- if we’re actually being realistic there’s so many options and different directions now How are you supposed to know what you’re doing with your life until you live it? And who the fuck are you to tell me how to do so?

[Intro] Smile for me, aye aye Smile for me, smile for me babe, aye (uh) Woke up on- Woke up on a Sunday, brush my teeth and then I bounce (smile for me, smile for me) Woke up on a Sunday, brush my- [Verse] I woke up on a Sunday, brush my teeth and then I bounce (fuckin’ bounce) Whip it over to my shawty picking her up from her house (skrrrt) Look, iced vanilla latte, eggs and bacon and some chop (Yuh) Life is good, ‘cause before she leave for work she lemme fuck (aye haha) She gon’ help film a music vid in vacant parkin’ lots Always say my shit is hard and it gon’ bang no matter what (aye) That’s the typa girl I need and she be feet up in my passenger You don’t fuck with people either, naturally we have to cut Actin’ up, before we was together knew yous lacking trust (yeah) Back it up, passin’ round our trauma through an acid drop (woah) Even through the pain and through the weeks of endless rain When I would medicate my brain right to the point where I’m deranged A different substance every day, somehow you saw what I became And didn’t wanna run away, Beauty and the Beast but faded Astronaut like Matthew Damon, it’s like every time you page him I be right back down to earth with every song you put in playlists Of mine playin’ ‘cause like if they in rotation I know you’re not far away and I can keep up hope that maybe you won’t ever wanna change me ‘Cause you know you couldn’t make me, but ain’t that what love is baby? Everyday I make you hate me but you tolerate it crazy How you do that without wanting me to die In the end we’ll stay a while Together walking crooked miles Let my seed grow to a child (for real) I’ll let you reassure me that we gonna be okay I’ll be happy if I write a song that make my shawty smile Smile for me [Interlude] When you find that someone Who really cares about you You should be proud of that someone Who’s there for- [Outro: outtake from Chick Corea interview with Cynthia Livingston] Uh- uh- uh- uhh As far as music itself goes, um, you know The simplest thing to forget is that what music is about And any kind of art form is about is, iss I-I-I-I-I is creating the kind of things That-that you think are beautiful You have to be certain about what you like Not what you think sounds good to someone else Beautiful

[Interlude] Well, that leaves me with this last one- What does that concept mean to you? My whole life I feel like I’ve always been told- “Wow, Arian, yeah that was great but, imagine if you actually tried” And that’s just it, why would I put my energy into something I’m not passionate about? Imagine if I actually tried? Well imagine if I actually fucking cared Like, for too long we waste our time tryna please people that don’t even care where we end up Or what direction we take Underachiever is taking back that control Imagine if I actually tried? Well like here- ha, here you go This is what you fucking get And this project embodies this idea that although We might not know our direction initially Eventually we can take those feelings of negativity That are pushed onto us the second we’re out of the womb We can take that and transform it into something beautiful Into something that means a lot to us and Something that not a single fucking person can look at and say “Yeah that’s great but, imagine if you actually tried” [Intro] (Uh, uh) (Mm, mm) Never play to the gallery But you never learn that Until much later on I think Never work for other people [Verse] I was in the background, puffin’ on the mad loud, Mama tryna crackdown Breaking down the boof Lookin’ like a cash cow, you just milk a bad sound Applying all the pressure when I’m steppin’ in the booth (Yeah) Shawty never found out, she was just a side piece (Nah) Main getting mad now, tryna tell the truth (Tryna) Put a staple to ya loud mouth and I’m finna call out If you wanna talk, don’t be acting brand new, lil bitch (Bitch) I ain’t picking up a phone, man, fuck that Wanna know if I’m about it ‘til I put his shit back (Shit back) I’ll be chillin’ in the back where my bitch at (Bitch at) Got the powder on her nose, she don’t gotta brush that (Brush that) Had to tell her I was sorry like my name was fuckin three stacks (C’mon bro) I was deep up in the civic, she was where the beach at Like I ever need a critic, I already do that But I bet I tell ya how I make a fuckin’ tune slap (Woo!) Who that? (Who?) Move back, yeah, uh (Woo!) She be loving how I treat her with the freak acts (Yeah) Said she finally figured where her muhfucking kinks at (Yeah) I been dreaming of this shit since school and playtime I don’t need a watch muhfucker I’ll make time Now I’m finna take mine, run it past 8 mile See my white ass and my face up on dateline (Yeah) Course you cannot, when you tell yaself you can’t (Aye) She ain’t even know me but she hoppin’ in my car (Aye) Smelt a pussy muhfucker cologne on her calf (Aye) Left her in the dust now, knew it from the start (Aye) I don’t give a fuck man, I’ll be blacking out Left my dinner and some fucking weed crumbs on ya couch (On ya couch) Slipping through the cracks now, boutta meet god And I put it on my Mama and the fuckin’ missed calls (Woo!) I’m zoning, lost focus (Woo, woo) I just wanna throw my fuckin’ phone in the ocean (Woo, woo) Everybody bogus, like a Kid Cudi fan Kid seeing ghosts, popped one too many xans Up and ready man, crack of fuckin’ dawn Tryna cop that fetti man, can’t nobody stop it (Can’t nobody!) I done went exhausted, list of all my options So I gotta rap this, so I gotta pop shit (Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit) So I gotta spit a sick stanza, obnoxious Bands on the bands burstin’ outta my pockets I’m fuckin’ on her, but she lucky, got options (For real) I’m smokin’ all posh and shit, one finger up and the other up in her That’s why I done cuffed her, she gave me this feelin’ I’m dreamin’, I’m costly I smoke by the pound ‘cause my life like a movie that’s fucked aronofsky (Fucked) But gimme the power to spit what they wanting (Woo!) I could pull up on ya bitch, give her rub (Yeah) Might take an L but I’m smoking on this dub (Real) And you won’t catch the kid in the back of the club (Aye, aye) I’ll be back to the streets with a packet of bud in my dacks (Aye, aye, aye) How he an underachiever but movin’ ‘em stacks? Moving them stacks? Motherfuck ‘em, always had what you lacked (Movin ‘em stacks) Put a muzzle to you wack rappers tracks (Stacks) [Outro] Always remember that the reason that you initially started working was That there was something inside yourself that you felt That if you could manifest it in some way You would understand more about yourself