Getting Personal
Feel like this shit is getting personal
Cause why they treating me like this?
They know that, that boy don't fucking miss
Man I can't wait til I get rich
Disappear somewhere on a trip
Tryna buy mom a house straight up on them hills
Been that way since I was a kid
And yessir
I'm getting high and it's like 8 am
Depresser
Think bout myself I hate the way I am
Finesser
Can fuck yo bitch but that ain't what I'm on
What's it sir
I Need em racks and all my feelings gone
Kill every beat I see a mic and lose my chromosomes
I'm scared to love feel like they all gon try to do me wrong
Can't trust a soul see everybody fake like silicone
Give em the world but still gon act like you ain't gave nun
I done gave my all away
Feel like I got nun left
Threw away my heart cause I felt like it don't een love itself
All my hope be feeling lost a blackened soul the deepest depth
If they try to run away I promise I won't break a sweat
Just like a butterfly shit I'm just tryna fly away
I wake up everyday just hoping it's a better day
Grabbed me a mic sometimes I wish it was a better way
Thinking bout Akeem just reminiscing makes me feel a way
And yessir
I'm getting high and it's like 10 am
Depresser
Think bout myself I hate the way I am
Finesser
Can fuck yo bitch but that ain't what I'm on
What's it sir
I Need em racks and all my feelings gone
Kill every beat I see a mic and lose my chromosomes
I'm scared to love feel like they all gon try to do me wrong
Can't trust a soul see everybody fake like silicone
Give em the world but still gon act like you ain't gave nun
I swear my feelings been left with the wind
Asking God forgive me for my sins I'm tryna fucking win
Staying out the way be by myself just tryna get these Ms
Swear for all the nights that I was crying I need Benjamin's
And you know that's just how this life goes
Living to die, dying to live, you know the cycle
I'm Trusting my Rod I'm putting both hands on the Bible
Just checking my cards I'm by lonely like it's ISO
And yessir
I'm getting high and it's like 10 am
Depresser
Think bout myself I hate the way I am
Finesser
Can fuck yo bitch but that ain't what I'm on
What's it sir
I Need em racks and all my feelings gone
Kill every beat I see a mic and lose my chromosomes
I'm scared to love feel like they all gon try to do me wrong
Can't trust a soul see everybody fake like silicone
Give em the world but still gon act like you ain't gave nun