The beat is actually increasing my anxiety
I'm in pit again
Got another job and quit again
Couldn't tell you all the s*** I'm in
Ain't enough bars to fit it in
Oddly tho, life is lit again
Oh sh**, a nigga rapping like JID again
You call this my anxiety flow
Stopped saying high to these hoes & sly amigos
It's a commodity
An odd adios
But I ain't gotta lie to these folks
I'ma do me like an incel
Simply collecting all the intel
Patiently waiting to inhale
Looking at the news like am I hell
Easiest way to get there was to have meant well
So I don't mean anything when I say this
You listen to real life to when you play this
Everything black and white like a racist
But a nigga gettin back to the basics
Ayyy
But uhhh back to it
Whether it's justice or the streets
Both of them hoes got scales
Lawyer or street chemist
Shoot they both pay well
One got student loans
But the other one doesn't
One you gotta do alone
Other, you do with cousins
One gon cost a couple years
And a couple of grand
Other cost a couple dollars
And trip to ya man
Both gon stress a nigga out
But help a nigga expand
But if you choose to be option two
Have an option one in the plan
I'm trippin I really took one song
Cut that junt 3 times
And made 3 different beats