Damaged Freestyle

I always find it harder to be I can't help myself Slow it down Let's settle in the mood now All that background noise Is way too loud They look surprised Cuz I hit em wit a new style They stay assuming Guess I'm musically profiled The hurt and the hungry Yeah you gotta have both now Finding myself While I'm making my own sound I sold beats nigga I ain't sold pounds Cap and said you did it On record you sold out Lotta lessons learned Lotta bridges burned Now you breathing in the smoke From a different herb This a different situation Need some different words Different typa turn Need a different swerve I'm just trynna be heard yo She ain't listen when trippin off the Merlot She'll be outside when I hit curb bro Just left work bro finna hit the stu next It's been 4 weeks now I saved two checks And I ain't reach mass debt But ain't seen the cash yet I'm focused on residual I'm focused on the assets Made it this far Ain't kissed an ass yet Yeah And that's a mad flex Shorty blow line She want that ass wet Yeah And I passed yet But a nigga been blocking out the hate And all of the distractions Hope this tape get a lil bit of traction Overwork myself, now I'm crashin Mind turn dark like some black tint Goosebumps crawl on my black skin Couple scuffs on my grey rims Whip need a little bit of maintenance You can't look too fly in a fake Benz You can't see too clear through a fake lens Mama always told me make friends But all that does give you all these fake friends And you know I hate them And you know I hate them I always find it harder to be I can't help myself Call me King David Fulfilling all of the prophecies Create my own philosophies A young black Socrates F*ck a can or maybe or possibly Yeah there gotta be More to this life Then the shit that you and I can see Cuz it don't make sense How people die young You had potential But a nigga wanna drive drunk You something special But the cop had a handgun These the typa thoughts That hit my mind at once Let the j burn Let the time drift Kinda funny We don't even know what time is We play it good And don't understand shit But I understand That ain't shit handed Niggas on they ass While they prayin on a mansion If it was that easy nigga Everybody have it Maybe up in heaven When we all livin lavish This life so beautiful But still so tragic You was here and now you gone Just like magic But there's beauty in the pain Methods to the madness But I promise We'll all recover from the damage We'll all recover from the damage