i’ve seen a lot on the road and i can’t look back
i’ve been hearing from some people that i should quit rap
i ain’t listening in fact imma write about that
nah f*** the haters i got too many all on my back
you’d never guess to eat i’d have to try and move packs
and i’m not tha best plug so i ain’t makin no racks
plus all this stress that’s stressing me has got me smoking my sacks
and still i can’t relax
seems i can’t get stress out unless i write it in my raps
f*** that, i’ll hold some secrets till i collapse
there’s a lot that you ain’t seen i’m actually in tact
and in touch, don’t do much
sit around the house wake and bake and eat early lunch
i don’t wanna call this a feeling dog this feel like a hunch
i swear when i get a scent of you I’ll have to munch
cause i been hungry and there ain’t much around here
i mean in my car god damn i live here
it’s 2017 what happened to welfare
and i get my monthly check but my money goes somewhere
so i’ll be stressing about food
you know when i don’t eat i get into a weird mood
but honestly that’s an overreaction, a sh***y attitude, that i cannot lose
cause i know some that’s moods killed em so that’s rude
but you say it too
bet you complain so much bout the daily news
i heard someone b**** about them showin him dead he was twenty-two
she said i can’t look at f*** death i ain’t in the mood
how senseless is that? her son sitting next to her could that been his pal?
too late too sad we’ll never know now
but this insensitivity is what is tearing us down
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