Luxury Problems (feat. SYEKO)

Some days it's hard to be as grateful as I should be Because, I got used to livin' life with no restrictions Remember servin' fentanyl out my hoodie And, now I told my doctor, "I don't need prescriptions" Remember, I was simple minded Now I got up, made this check, and I'm on different timing I thank God too many commas is my biggest problem Remember stressin' about the next meal, now my only focus is the next mill My mom said, "Stop partying, you out way too much" She like, "Pick yourself up, boy, you slouching too much" And, I always blamed the music why I kept doing drugs But, I just had to clear my head and put it down for two months And, I always blamed my family because they doubted too much But, really they just lookin' out for me, they proud of they son Felt like everyone's against me, I'm like, "Damn, was I wrong?" They just hate to see me blinded when them cameras is on Gotta wake up from that simulation, realize how you feel You don't gotta rob them people, you don't gotta make that drill And, I know they tryna make you feel like that's what make you real But, I promise, I been through it, and that's not gone make you heal I just lost my big brother, to the motherfuckin' pills And, soon I'll lose another, I can't tell you how that feels But, I'll tell you every time I think about it, I get chills I wish I could break the cycle, but it's been like this for years Gotta distance from the people who refuse to take their blinders off People who contribute to the problem that I'm tryna solve They like "What got in you SYEKO?" I told them that my mind evolved Had to find a different life because that one had me dyin' From the inside out, chasin' online clout Tryna sound like I'm from Opium so kids want to listen Just to feed them with some shit that have them sippin' and trippin' That's the shit that fucked me up to begin with, I gotta live what I'm spittin' Yeah, I gotta live what I'm spittin' I gotta live what I'm spittin' and mean it I gotta live what I'm spittin' and mean it Broken was the man ridin' first class Having all of that cash, but he hurting bad He's selfish as a bitch, got it from his dad But, he don't got a second chance, he can't learn from that All them bridges burned down, he can't build them back But, he got a Gucci wallet and Burberry bag So, I guess that means he winnin' So, I guess that means he winnin' Pussy