Get in the booth and close my eyes
We cut the lights off, shit too real, might cut the mic' off, yeah
Say, "More money, then no problems"
But I got money, still got problems (Still got problems)
You ain't felt pain until you heard about a homicide
And you find out it's yo' potna, yeah
I never tried to be the realest, I'm just bein' me (Me, yeah)
I'm still tryna transition, my heart in these streets
And I know these streets get colder (Colder)
Tears in my eyes, and I'm tryna hold 'em
Too many problems, I can't focus
Why they keep tellin' me I'm chosen?
And I got big, speak on everything I did
Why would I let a little girl have my kid, is you kidding me?
And I don't respond to the critics in my messages, I'm honest
And as soon as you go up, know yo' name, they'll try to tarnish (Name they try to tarnish)
I'm lit in real life, I could have any bitch or any bitch I wanted
I got money now, but still ain't saved my momma
Oh Momma
Don't cry, don't cry, don't (Don't cry, don't cry, don't)
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' (Tryin', oh no, I'm tryin')
And I hate that if I ain't have problem then I can't rap
I can't make a song (I can't make a song)
If I ain't goin through it, then I can't rap
I guess I love problems (Guess I love problems)
Do I hate rap? This shit come with a ton
Why do I hate rap? It's takin' time from my son
Can't be like my daddy, can't be like yo' momma
Gotta be there for my seed (Yeah), so he can grow up and be one of 'em
They love you, then they hate you
Girl, they love you
I love you, I love you
For my dawg, I'm always loyal, forever
They leave, it's for the better
If I leave, it's for the better
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Ain't no sleeves on my sweater
Put my heart in a box
It ain't no keys for this treasure (Nah, nah)
How do I love hard, when I come from a place where it ain't no love?
Shit make me think hard
How do I finally get success and I not thank God?
Shit ain't real to me
I been battlin' my thoughts, this shit been killin' me
Fuck who ain't feelin' me
Y'all niggas never was there
Where the fuck you niggas was when I was sittin' in my cell with no money to eat?
Ain't have no money for bail
I was fightin' a RICO, they tried to give me the chair
I done been hopeless
I done been homeless
I done been hungry
I had demons on me
But they tear me down
I see 'em schemin' on me
And they can't stop me, know I'm chosen
Chosen, chosen
Know I'm chosen
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