Self Depression
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Dealin' with self-depression, tryna stay level headed
Dealin' with self-depression, tryna stay level-
I been dealin' with self-depression, tryna stay level-headed
Hope I don't miss my exit, I don't know where I'm headed
It's hard to tell who with me, my own family beggin'
My own cousin plottin' and I don't know who my homie (Ayy, Eazy)
I hope it's all love the day a nigga walk up on me
I'm filled with love, but somehow I hate all of my opponents
I'm callin' on you, God, lately this shit been hard
I need to be here for my boys, I'm tryna beat the odds
Ayy, nigga, I been through a lot and it's called life
Daytime, it flew by, but had a long night
And one word they believe in, it's called hype
Heart of a giant, but my temper not a tall type
I fell short a couple times but it's alright
I mean, I fell short a couple times but it's all height
I'm not the blog type, this shit I'm smokin' fog lights
I'm tryna knock sense into you, bitch, I need to call Ike
I just took a long hike, short left, a long right
I got all the way down the road and seen a dog, right?
Maybe I'm just high as hell, damn, I need some clientele
And I need some food to sell, need Ziploc bags and two lil' scales
I told nigga I was finna blow, they thought I was Dave Chappelle
Them nigga thought they were funny as hell, bitch
I'm bustin', plus I got money for bail
I couldn't believe I was up, I thought I was dreamin'
Where I'm from, you can't be soft, my heart hard as the cement
Bitch, I'm the best, stand in your chest 'bout the shit I believe in
When you gon' realize they don't fuck with you unless you feed them?
You give 'em shit because it's love, but you makin' them greedy
The day they call and you don't got it, they no longer need you
I just took a long hike, short left, a long right
I got all the way down the road and seen a dog, right?
Maybe I'm just high as hell, damn, I need some clientele
And I need some food to sell, need Ziploc bags and two lil' scales