Dreams II/Difficult

Please tell me where my dreams lie I might need to pop a P bye Paranoid and I ain't heard back from my weed guy You should know I'm not the same guy Who was chasing his dreams but blinded by their schemes-ah ah Now I got my dogs like seein-eyes, eyes You could be us? Let's see you try, try Dreams as big as my dick, now that's good size, size Now watch out Now watch out Now watch out (I see the doubt) Now watch out I see the doubt look I've been struggling with black thoughts Like Tariq Trotter (respect) It's been years and I'm still tryna figure out why I bother (why) I got wishes of becoming a future husband and father But I gotta figure out what the f*ck I'm doing by Autumn Cause I'm not tryna be no fuckin whatcha'ma call it Yeah I've been the shit but ain't no more stalling Yeah I skipped the local and started headlining places they calling For me to come perform, from these heights ain't never falling Outside the norm I never been the most practical Hurricanes don't compare to my brainstorms And actual tragedies that happened in my life Has fuckin formed me to only hate more But love those who profound me Which is difficult to do when everybody turned their backs Cause it's hard for them to except the fact you earned your stats You never lacked the skill You just had to learn to adapt Before I could go make a difference with every fucking rap, I did Mama I'm sorry I long to rewrite my wrongs I've come along well from "Dreams" one to rapping these current songs Got me performing freestyles in Chicago like Giveon I'm tired of all the head scratchers saying I don't belong (oof) But I'm too young to meet with Jesus See I'm what they want defeated This what they get They don't believe us When we come up on the come up Sign the label signed agreements And you start to get stuck up That's when you start to meet your demons These hoes are popping up like whack-a-moles it comes with the goals Fake friends, enemies blow the minute you get your gold Defend yourself for what? they only believe in everyone they told The more you stick to your guns The more likely you meet a pole (look) I think of my death a lot Maybe too much I pray to God then think it was stupid I question my life and my own damn existence Difficult times breed difficult children And they gon' either grab a pen or a gun People dying in schools, grocery stores and all the pubs Churches pray the sins away it still comes I'm telling you this right now Shit won' change we're all fucked