I Don't Mean to Bitch, But...

I'm on a flight to atlanta, just left a girl in LA Got some matchin face tats n her lips on my waist Didn't wanna leave her but yanno how it goes On the road... gotta move, i don't get too comfortable Cause i know... this ink the only thing that'll last forever Even then, when i die, it'll fade, when i wither away Homie overdosed, but left his son paid He's so used to everybody beggin him to stay, he wanted out though It's hard to talk about though All these responsibilities, man they been tauntin at me Makes it hard to believe that... i could be happy See, i been losin people left n right, overnight By the time that i land, a couple more gonn pick a fight Cause i didn't shout em out, cause i didn't put em on When i'm barely up myself, and i'm barely hangin on Another blog just turned me down, but f*ck em, write another song And make em all regret lookin over me all a long I don't wanna sell drugs no more Every night, dozin off, wonder if they'll kick my door in Wakin up, night sweats in the morninnn And i should pray, but this blunt is more important And... my shit ain't grown local boii, this imported Any further questions, take up w my lawyer Marsala gonna get me out tomorrow, n i don't owe em a dollar I bled the block, for every favor asked, i got me a runner So now i'm runnin shit... But they don't warn you bout what comes with this I'm fuckin paranoid... i can't trust a single soul My judgement so poor that i can't even trust my own Family bruh... even they scheming to take out my pockets Prolly plotted when they taught me how to ride a bike, it's Fuckin crazy how a stranger has some better intentions Than the ones who raised me, and they still expect me at thanksgiving Y'all ain't ever done shit but made me feel all alone Talkin noise bout how i eat but you still askin for a bone, f*ck... And i don't mean to bitch, but... i don't think ill ever be enough Yeah i don't mean to bitch, but... i ain't ever felt loved And i don't mean to bitch but...