Used to It

Been through a lot in my day But I'm getting used to it I spend my days Thinking about all the past All the trauma I've had Hesitant to break and relapse My thoughts are making me mad The taste they leave here is bad Can't help but start feel sad Won't let it eat Because my kids need their dad And matter fact If I could go back I wouldn't Instead I'll be the bigger person That's keeps everything moving You said I couldn't Take your doubts And I'll show you where to put 'em Proof in the Puddin' Good lookin' I'm looking up (Up, up, up) (Echo or Scratch)(Beat Fall off) I've been through so much Some nights I know it's hard to sleep Was just a kid It's time to grow up I've got kids to feed It's how I live I always show up I've got what they need My biggest downfall will be That I wear my heart up on my sleeve I'll Put my heart into my music Been through a lot in my day But I'm getting used to it And I'm Not the type that's gunna lose it But if I let these thoughts run wild I've got enough to fuel it I guess my message Intentions Are beyond comprehension It seems like morals Are missin' Too many fake pretendin' But I'll stick straight To the mission The fix to sown division Head Contendin' It's a feelin' Now I'm in the game to win it The daily struggle is hard No moves to disregaurd I've learned my lessons, by far Look deep into my scars Hate try to tear me apart Let us go disembark Trash talking petty remarks A real G, real from the start The weight I feel I will drop Begins to making me nervous Like, if I grind to the top Will I really be worth it My kids are all that I got So, it better be perfect This visions' got a plot In the end my kids deserved it So, I bottle it up Pretend it's dormant Under the rug, I Shove And say it's not important But if you push your luck Jump on in You can explore it Leave you numb to the touch And body twisted, contorted I'll Put my heart into my music Been through a lot in my day But I'm getting used to it And I'm Not the type that's gunna lose it But if I let these thoughts run wild I've got enough to fuel it Wish life was easy And simple Just like it used to be Fast decisions Monumental Enough for eulogies This path I'm on is not Temperamental Get ready, please Wait, once I feel out the Instrumental You'll relate with me The hardest thing I had to do Was look out for my kids Reality sinking in slow That this is how we live No mud or throwing bows It is just, what it is No way to stop the show I'm a part of the biz But I can't lie Sometimes These thoughts are exhausting I wish that they Would go away And chalk it up to the losses It's hard to Concentrate When your heads full Of too many bosses But I would never Drop the weight I'm not the player that cost it If anything I'm the one With the broadest of shoulders Just for fun Take off some Let's see if you can hold it I've just begun Coming son Be right back in a moment "This Weighs a Ton" Hold up, huh? Oops, forgot to unload ya' I'll Put my heart into my music Been through a lot in my day But I'm getting used to it And I'm Not the type that's gunna lose it But if I let these thoughts run wild I've got enough to fuel it