Steady digging knives my back
When I die who gonna pick up the slack
Everyday is a struggle
Every night is pain
All my cousins dead and gone shit ain't the same
Mental health keeps depleting
Body weight decreasing cause I stopped f*ckin eating
Will this music take off or am I wasting my time
Doing features for niggas who don't f*ck with me, I'm wasting my rhymes
Sick of punching clocks
Sick of bagging thots
Do you run when pressure comes and the kitchen gets hot
I don't run, I stand 10 toes and face it
I don't care about your emotions, baby I know you hate it
Contemplating suicide in my f*cking dreams
But that'll just be letting down my f*cking team
$uey say I'm a role model, that shit is wild
Cause who the f*ck would ever think to look up to this child
Cutting off the women who ain't shit toxic serpents
Now they begging for my attention, do they deserve it
I was told to chase God when shit gets hot
Is God gonna come and help me, I believe he's not
Everyday that passes just increases my dread
So I started writing and left the gun upon my bed
Shoutout to Jay, $uey, and the ones disappoint
Everybody hates my music, nigga what's the f*ckin print
That I waste my time
And I waste my rhymes
To steady leak my mind
On these paper lines