Dealing with self-depression, trying to stay level
I've been dealing with self-depression, trying to stay level-headed
Hope I don't miss my exit—I don't know where I'm headed
It's hard to tell who's with me; my own family begging, my own cousin plotting, and I don't know who my homie
I hope it's all love the day a nigga walk up on me
I'm filled with love, but somehow I hate all of my opponents
I'm calling on you, God—lately this shit been hard
I need to be here for my boys, I'm trying to beat the odds
Aye, nigga, I've been through a lot and it's called "life"
Daytime flew by, but I had a long night
And one word they believe in, it's called hype
Heart of a giant, but my temper not at all type
I fell short a couple times, but it's alright
I mean I fell short a couple times, but it's all height
I'm not the blog type—this shit I'm smoking fall lights
I'm tryna make sense to you, bitch, I need to call Ike
I just took a long hike, short left, a long right
I got all the way down the road and seen a dog, right?
Maybe I'm just high as hell
Damn, I need some clientele
And I need some food to sell
Need Ziploc bags and two little scales
I told nigga I was finna blow—they thought I was Dave Chappelle
Them nigga thought they were funny as hell
Bitch, I'm bustin', plus I got money for bail
I couldn't believe I was up—I thought I was dreaming
Where I'm from, you can't be soft—my heart hard as the cement
Bitch, I'm the best, stand in your chest 'bout the shit I believe in
When you gon' realize they don't fuck with you unless you feed 'em?
You give 'em shit because it's love, but you making them greedy
The day they call and you don't got it, they no longer need you
I just took a long hike, short left, a long right
I got all the way down the road and seen a dog, right?
Maybe I'm just high as hell
Damn, I need some clientele
And I need some food to sell
Need Ziploc bags and two little scales
