LO$t

This is for my people in the struggle Trynna make it So wait for fridays, To f*ck around get faded Then they move to Saturday and now they feeling jaded Thankful for Sunday, thank the Lord that they made Some niggas down bad They on they last But always get the tab Claiming that they got the bag Drowning out there feelings Cause they out here really sad Hoping for the next week While they barely on their own feet What the hell you doing clowning for some people But You out here really losing You say they really love you But the love ain't even equal Too blind to that fact That they not your own people Why you gonna play yourself You worried about another bottle, but shit What about your mental health Gotta take care of yourself Gotta take care of yourself You out here bad You out here sad You out bad my nigga, pick yourself up