Nobody Understands Me

Cheea, The General nigga, uh, uh Growing up lost a couple niggas, call that mathematics Playing outside with them fucking crack addicts If you ain't chasing money then you thinking ass backwards Imma die with my respect before I die I'm going to have it Small lil nigga in the trenches by himself He ain't never had shit but he ain't never ask for help Yeah he always kept quite so y'all ain't know how he felt He just a nigga in the hood playing the cards that he was dealt Yeah his father used to beat him and his mother never home When he in school he used to fight so in this world he feel alone He was always outside cause his home ain't feel like home Ain't never talk to nobody now he be venting in these songs Yeah it's crazy cause sometimes yeah he feel he want to die And his heart cold, he angry, he was trained to never cry All this pain in his heart, he praying like God why He feel like nobody understand he be thinking suicide And it's crazy cause sometimes yeah he feel he want to die And his heart cold, he angry, he was trained to never cry All this pain in his heart, he be asking God why He feel like nobody understand he be thinking suicide He faked a smile everyday but now he a different nigga His heart been sliced up and cut like in the kitchen nigga And he ain't doing it for clout and he don't want all the attention nigga His music is his only escape so he be venting nigga He be spazzing out lashing out, they quick to call him crazy They don't know what he been through or how the f*ck he feeling lately He be looking at the sky like God please save me He be looking at his gun like should he do it, Maybe For real nigga, this ain't one of them songs y'all, you ain't feel me Bop, y'all head too and all that shit, this that real shit You know what I'm saying? This what music about right here, you feel me This why I do this shit, you know what I'm saying I ain't in this shit for the coins, you know what I'm saying I want my bag, but this my life nigga