Self-Produced CENSORED

When you look at someone you love, your eyes get bigger That’s funny, my pupils shrink when I look into the mirror Stone face like a thug Shown no love Moms doesn't care Pops not aware Turned to the drugs, don’t test my hair If you need me, don’t. I sit alone in my lair Lights off, blinds closed, I don’t need no glare My body needs food, but I forgot how to care Could you spare some dopamine? Cuz my brain's run out I’m starting to forget what life is about Is it pain? Is it failure? Is it filling with doubt Is it love? Is it likes? Is it internet clout Is it beating up yourself because you’ll never amount Is it piling up money to throw into accounts Is it running from chances being swallowed by fear Is it people only telling you what you wanna hear, shit I read the Bible I know my morals But people see you rap, and now they wanna give oral And my problems hella plural, going harder than turtles Got me walking on shells I got homies in jail I should be sending em mail, but I'm too busy now Ashamed by that fact and holding blame on my back That I ain't say enough to stop my homie from getting killed And at his feet laid a shell We all tryna chase liquid cash, but we chase waterfalls and we fail My emotions disappeared like a teen mom’s dreams But this the first year I ever had self-esteem And this the first year I ever had a real team STKHM on the back, I carry the family with me Old soul, indigo who flows for the bankroll Never cuffing hoes Keep it real, we don't ever pose I don’t write raps, I flow prose over 808s And move foes to suppose that they no longer hate on the kid I could be up there with J.I.D To the studio I slid, behind keyboards niggas hid Thinking they a warrior, but really they pussy Only killer in the raps, but nigga don’t push me You don’t know how I’m built, and bitch I come from the Shady In the five-eighty niggas crazy Might beef with your baby then sleep with your lady Just to say they buzzin like Swayze Retreat, retreat, dog, I just had to go Nothing safe in the streets, and nothing safe in my home Moved a state down to Texas So my heart could grow, so my music could blow This the place that I know, now I put on these shows And, yeah, I hear what they dropping, and that shit sound sweet But, if it ain't got me, bitch, the track ain't complete Know you cannot compete, and bitch I make my own beats And I make my own beats now if you behind