Yo it´s French, my darlin´, welcome to this life of mine
Welcome to this life of crime
Welcome to this life I like to describe when I´m writing rhymes

And to be honest, bro, I get drunk just to past the time
Can´t be off the fucking lie but some days I would rather die
I guess this music´s working now and shit it´s really good
I wish my bro could see this shit, I think he really should
Ah well, I guess I´ll stick to writing all this down
Stuck inside my brain, I hate this fame, at least it makes you proud

I´ve got supporters now, they tell me what they´ve been through
Yeah they tell me that I´ve helped them through the dark days when they can´t move
They tell me, French, I wanna leave, I´m gonna end this shit

I´m inspired by your music but my brain is always spinning tricks
It´s like a switch, my bro, I know you´ll understand
Here´s some pics of when I cut myself, French, please, you´re the man
I don´t have a plan but when I listen to your songs
I relate to all that pain up in your voice, it makes me strong

Look, I got these voices in my head and shit they constantly debate
Why the fuck I´d even do this ´fore I´m bleeding and it´s great
Ah shit, I guess I´m waffling again
But Frenchie, can you be my friend, you´ve seen the message I sent?

Like why the fuck you even airing me, I love all your tunes
Everyday I message you, shit I got nothing to prove
Nothing to lose, fuck it, I can tell you don´t care
Might just end it all right now, all this shit ain´t fair

Yo, just heard your voice note, I appreciate it all
But I talk about you cut yourself, my bro, shit ain´t cool
If you feel that way inside, then get outside and hit the mall
Or even group up with your friends and hit the field and kick the ball
I don´t ever air your messages, I might not see them cuz

Now I see how much your fuck with me shit, I swear it´s love
Keep your head up, look above, ´cause the darkness never lasts
Always think about the future, bro, don´t ever hold the past