Don't Worry, I'm Sick of Me Too

You of me I'm sick of you I'm sick of me too So i went and found myself And i discovered something new Did a lot of fucked up things But now i've switched my point of view Mind Elevated Bitch i found my own truth May i Reintroduce Pain triple three Tatted with the fuckin noose Hopped on the mic No i didn't need a booth Judge me Well You don't know what i've been through Well that's all in the past No more fuckin up And no more takin Xans I'm the man with the plan Keep it lowkey But always keep it strapped Nah Boy Don't misunderstand I ain't no fuckin pussy Always down to throw hands Huh I don't care to make bands But know your fuckin place You the goat I'm the Ram Damned Now Don't give a f*ck about clout I got bigger problems that i rather worry bout Like is all of this worth it I'm forever in doubt Fake ass artist You should shut your fuckin mouth Bitch please I don't give a f*ck If you're too fuckin crazy F*ck yeah I'ma run But right now baby I'm up in your guts What i need in a girl is she agrees life sucks So Lets get numb Only feel good With sex and Drugs F*ck that Just need a fuckin text and a hug Ain't gotta act hard Because i ain't no thug Sad and i Trap With them big black guns F*ck with the vatos I'm their main tree plug So Shut your fuckin mouth Whispers in my head Slowly start to fuckin shout But no Wont let them bring me down Made a lot of changes And i'm really fuckin proud Just relax for a second And listen to these sounds Wow