The Story of Mr. Emotional

I look up to the sky, forgive me for what I'm about to do, God My rage is tugging me at a rate, I'm about to pop off like a city parade The shots missed, I was barely impressed, it seems like you don't know what to say Them lil insults running short, plus my girl will probably look down at your face What do you do when your choices elude to break bread with the dead and make songs about fools that don't even know half of the story The pettiness, honestly boring, they going in circles, I'd rather go touring The hidden emotions, I'm starting to snore My songs, I know everybody gon' hear The sneaking around is annoying, I hope when you realize everything that you idolize On a daily, was strategized to keep you in the dark You fight with yourself, that's why I can't take it to heart And I'm talking to you, you, you, you, and everybody tuned in Why would you bother You know who's gon- It's a lot of fake ones, 'round Tired of the fake ones, now But real niggas stay up Real niggas stay up It's a lot of fake ones, 'round Tired of the fake ones, now But real niggas stay up Real niggas stay up What kind of friend gon' diss his friends Yeah, I heard the song that Leeked I heard the song about Drew, I know you been waiting to talk about me Let's not forget the emojis, I'll let you tell that to Amerise I hope you don't lie to her the same way that you lied to She I'm so glad you still got your team You need the support way more than me You see, my empathy's running out for Mr. Emotional All in his feelings, and half of the shit you be going through, really, just all in your head This beef ain't even with me, but I'll entertain it for laughs, I guess This the first time and the last time I'm addressing subliminals You pussy ass niggas won't ever say shit to my face How can I take you serious? You claiming that's your girl, well, she told me the opposite Look who's the dummy now You crossing me out, that's respect, I'm the target I get it, can't have one more threat around You sneaky ass lying, can't control your own emotions, lil' nigga You sent out a shot with that 'Potions', lil' nigga Then said you sorry cause you 'Broken', lil' nigga Bogus, lil' nigga, unfocused, lil' nigga Atrocious, lil' nigga, I knew you had 2 And so did She, nigga You saying you peep, well, I guess not enough Cause the beef ain't with me, I'm just calling your bluff Why would I wanna be you? I'm busy getting that paper Sum you don't know how to do I wouldn't wanna be you Coach on the way for another big ring She popping, she popping, she popping, she popping They coming to me to vent out your wrongs It's all in your songs You made a whole album about a girl you couldn't even bag You thought it was magic, turns out them melodies ain't got no motion Looking real tragic but that's your average You dissing me? don't waste your talent Get a few hits on your list and collect a few chips for you Come back to suicide madness All of you niggas is hypocrites Get out my face The youngest coach in the league, 19 She the one making the plays They got you on minimum wage for holding on three Man, get her a raise And don't go crying and lose more sleep when you get that offer to trade I knew you would aim at this way You just like Drake You fell for the bait Now I gotta put you in your place Mr. Emotional Crossed up, had three It's a lot of emotionals out here Why would I wanna be you I'm busy getting that paper Sum you don't know how to do I wouldn't wanna be you Coach on the way for another big ring She poppin, she poppin, she poppin, she poppin She I'll warn you one time before you make another sneak diss My skills on 4th gear You could never catch my drift If I hear another lame diss I'll assume you a scared bitch I'll assume it's the drugs Cause I know sober only make you anxious Damn He did it again Ayy Mr. Emotional back on his trends Ayy He fell in love but she told me they friends Ayy Can't believe that shit is happening again Aye