03.16.22

I'm the prophet in prophecies I let you set me up just to see what you got for me My mom just died and that shit did a lot to me I been fighting my depression so you niggas ain't stopping me I just got to be, nonchalant when my emotions try to talk to me Some niggas owe me everything, some just owe apologies My lines is a map to everything they ought to be Your lines sound like bullshit and nothing but hypocrisy I don't want your pity even if I'm feeling pitiful Trapped inside my brain and my mind is going critical Voices in my head got a nigga feeling cynical Fighting with my demons when my life ain't feeling biblical RIP to everyone I lost up in the past year Or the past few, still a lot of fears But a lot of pain and a lot of tears Know I need therapy from all the trauma left here Tell me what you know, you can tell me what you know I been drinkin' on the low, I been smoking on the low On three sixteen, my brother called me All in pain cause mama RIP I know I need to heal but a nigga can't feel shit I don't need your fake love, I just need some real shit This'll be the year that a nigga start to kill shit Made my own label just to sign my own deal, bitch Trauma got me knowing that a nigga need therapy Couldn't drop a tear for the woman that had carried me I heard he talking shit only cause that nigga scared of me I'll air buddy's shit out, just to give 'em clarity Niggas violating but gain restraint when I lose patience This is God's words, you just hearing all the revelations It's baby steps up over the path that I'm still paving Nowhere near Ye, but this flow here, this shit amazing I been grieving for months, I just needed time Been off social media to find my peace of mind Anybody wondering, shit a nigga doing fine When they lost my respect is when they lost half they life Tell me what you know, you can tell me what you know I been drinkin' on the low, I been smoking on the low On three sixteen, my brother called me All in pain cause mama RIP The prophecy spoke Every time I vent niggas take it as smoke They cab feel the pressure from the words that I wrote And if I cough on a beat, don't think that I choke, I just got em My flow is an apocalypse, I leave a nigga bodiless I know you lack competence, I see it through your consciousness I just gained the confidence, you feel it in the ambience You know I'm coming for you when your atmosphere's ominous My mind been crazy so I need a distraction Fake niggas show concern, they just so bad at acting Wasn't losing my drive, I just lost all the traction The day I lost my mom, bro, I felt like a fraction Bro, my mom died, Lil' Sam too In less than a year What the f*ck did I do They understood what the f*ck I been through Now I'm hurt, lost, puzzled and confused Tell me what you know, you can tell me what you know I been drinkin' on the low, I been smoking on the low On three sixteen, my brother called me All in pain cause mama RIP Yo, healing is necessary Slowly realizing my emotions not secondary Drowning in depression at the same time I'm feeling buried By the same emotions that a nigga refused to carry It's getting scary It's a process I just hope that I progressing I been up and down and that's probably why you stressing I hope you not here cause of pity You know what I mean, so don't pity me Oh shit, I guess I'm back doing the same old shit Writing all my music as the way a nigga vent Back to, back to the same old shit Hope my mom enjoy it all the time we spend