crying in the mic

I been fumblin the ball I got too many problems Sit here and bitch Bout how nothin gonna stop Watch I been layin low Sellin packs Got the new guap 12 be all up on my dick Ain't trippin bout a mall cop Yea i got caught up But i aint gone go down I just want some shows now Wanna prove em wrong Why they don't hear me Steady poppin pills bitch That's my favorite feelin Can't be stressin bout a o O turned into 0's Now im watchin how it fold Brothers never fold Only got two Rather have less Than have more fake ones like you Ain't be stressin bout nothin My head has gone real empty That's why It's hard to write shit Locked up in my room Im thinkin How i'm gone fight this Thoughts be cavin in And i don't told Cuz they dont like it I got insecurites These mental problems hurtin me I got alot ah enemies She blowin like a referee And i ain't feelin anything I swear these drugs be endin me Where im i gone go tonight Im sick of cryin in the mic I can't come up with anything Thought i was an artist I get jaded by the numbers They treat me like im retarded I got insecurites These mental problems hurtin me I got alot ah enemies She blowin like a referee And i ain't feelin anything I swear these drugs be endin me