Everyday a problem
Everyday another issue
Talking to my momma
Lord knows that I miss u
Everything we been thru
Make me wanna go get a pistol
And put it to my brain
Let it blow away
Just like a whistle
I've been going thru some things
Tryna fight off all these demons
Wondering what heaven brings
Lowkey I don't have no reasons
To be alive
I Don't wanna be that typa guy
But that's how I feel every time I write
Make me wanna put my pain in every line
I got me a girl and she stressing me out
But Im still gonna.love her i ain't got a doubt
I need me a trip that's outa town
My family gone hate me I'm never around
How bout I just rap about a check
Also how I'm having sex
How lil shawty popped up to the party gave the meanest neck
I don't mean no disrespect but I don't really like it
I'd rather talk about people and the demons that They fighting
And also mine
I look at the clock
Running out of time
I'm loading the glock
Just to blow my mind
I'm ready to die
Trust me I'm fine
Trust me I'm fine
What another lie
Living in the class of depression the devil the Teacher
Sitting in the pews of aggression the devils the Preacher
Waiting for my Heavenly Father I'm ready to meet Ya
Lowkey I've been dead for so long I'm friends with The reaper
I'm playing my cards everyday I'm getting smarter
I'm living this life every day is getting harder
I'm stuck in this life and I all really feel is sorrow
I'm happy tonight might just have to die tomorrow