Agony

(You know how it go, OTZ BAP) All this pain I got, it leaving me with agony About 5 years ago, I feel I lost my sanity I don’t want help, but probably need it for to balance me I do what’s wrong but know what’s right, that conflict challange me Every day my Grandma tell me, that I stole all her things And that i’m wicked, bound to burn in hell when i’m in my grave You probably judge me, knowing I don’t give a f*ck what you think Yeah I got problems like the rest, but that don’t mean we the same My Auntie still on fucking ‘Ron, an only Lord know what else Life ain’t been that kind to her, so she feel low on her self Made a vow to kill who sold to her, an swore that would help Still ain’t got the opportunity, i’m sure that I will Because when her and Nana die, i’ll lose the rest of my humanity My momma been my rock, but i’m to grown for her to hand to me So I get it on my own, and handle what a man’ll need Right now i’m jus dolo, smoking underneath a canopy My daddy finally stopped smoking, that’s a positive He lost his pops when he was nineteen, I thought that I would did But God ain’t let that history repeat itself You could, look into our eyes and it’ll speak itself I’m way past all them bitches dawg, so I don’t speak up on ‘em I’m way to grown to deal with hos, that never see the problem Unless i’m in the wrong, and then it’s “i’ma treat him solemn” I fucked em all ‘em bitches best, ain’t wore or need a condom And I could stamp that for a fact, despite what they admit And I know I kept realer, than they other jits I still can’t wrap my mind, on why Khalick would smoke or sniff It cost lil’ cuz his life, like what the f*ck the point for this Last we spoke, he told me he was good and up I never knew, his pain ran deep enough to dwell in drugs And that bring me right back, thinking to my auntie ‘cause She used so long she lost her teeth, an now it’s only gums I gotta bad temper, that I need to work on I doubt it’s true, but feel like I walk with a curse on Boost mobiles prepaid, this a work phone Put it on a scale, to weigh it for we serve on Bitch is way to spoiled to be loyal, she ain’t grateful for shit They left at me my lowest, I ended up hateful for it I’m tryna put fire on them niggas, that enabled the shit Making bad situations worse, and labeling it I know inside my heart, that Dionne really love my uncle I see her like another Auntie, any us could run to I’m not to big on politics, so I don’t care what Trump do And you if let him brainwash you, then you just as dumb to All these vids of police killing, I don’t even watch ‘em I seen death i’m desensitized, when they beat or pop em ‘Cause if them crackas did that to me, couldn’t no one stop em And it ain’t like this shit gon change, so what’s the point to flodge ‘em ? Yes Black Lives Matter, but threaten my fam I’ll kill a nigga And he won’t be important enough, for the news to report No love inside my heart, I drill a bitch, and drill a nigga And it wouldn’t be the first time, but you could try and see though All this pain I got, it leaving me with agony About 5 years ago, I feel I lost my sanity I don’t want help, but probably need it for to balance me I do what’s wrong but know what’s right, that conflict challange me Every day my Grandma tell me, that I stole all her things And that i’m wicked, bound to burn in hell when i’m in my grave You probably judge me, knowing I don’t give a f*ck what you think Yeah I got problems like the rest, but that don’t mean we the same