Let It Bleed

What I'm supposed to be Only God can see This ain't home to me I've been cut through life, f*ck a knife, now I know Just let me bleed Just let me be Just let it be I've been cut through life, f*ck a knife, now I know Let it bleed They calling me the new brand like I'm designing something They talk about my past like I'm hiding from it 500 lb stacked I ain't barely running  But everytime I smile your girl telling me I'm stunning Still... I don't want for nothing Have to treat these queens properly I know they on to me Hop on a beat I'm lyrical, what else you haters want from me Still be wearing white tees, Sean Johns, and my walabees How you tryna pull up to my spot You ain't on the lease If there's a problem I'll call up all my elders Never call police We handle things a little different round here when we in the streets I had you on my mind way too long So we had to meet Say we got some things out of the way Shorty such a treat That honey heal the wounds from the cuts that completed me It ain't all sunny days, rainstorms make it hard to breathe Both eyes on my double, pockets swole, you know I gotta eat I never looked back, stayed committed since turned 23 What I'm supposed to be Only God can see This ain't home to me I've been cut through life, f*ck a knife, now I know Just let me bleed Just let me be Just let it be I've been cut through life, f*ck a knife, now I know Let it bleed Do you know that hardtimes can lead you to better days I kneel and pray Knowing my blessings are many and they on the way I stay grounded but my mind out of space It's a difference race Real winners stay consistent pace Haters love that second place Crowd surfing I'm on a wave My money I'm getting paid Bad bitches take it away But I will never complain We out here hustling the same Holding on to bigger dreams Some are grinded for true respect Others hope for diamond rings No I ain't gonna judge you on your path But I'm a do the math Sell my shares before the crash Price drops then buy them back How much money; I'm losing track Accountants can handle that Mama you take a rack Or a couple stacks Don't be surprised for when I blow up And no one really show love Like "yeah he made it" so what The world will give you no hugs Behind closed doors; mean mug When you fumble they glow up So VIP we show up Leave my pain on the chorus What I'm supposed to be Only God can see This ain't home to me I've been cut through life, f*ck a knife, now I know Just let me bleed Just let me be Just let it be I've been cut through life, f*ck a knife, now I know Let it bleed