Can't help I been in my mind
Stressing my son cause that nigga moms
Got a bitter mind
Can't find her own peace
So she tryn take a bit of mine
Still I try
Even though I feel dead inside
Off of spirits I feel like it's killing mine
Hope I'm still in time
When she's done stealing time
I gotta cope with the fact that
I made mistakes
Might bend blocks
Might fold paper
But I'll never break
They don't know what it's like just to carry this weight
My emotional state
Dictated by gender
If I said I'm good then nigga I'm simba
The hottest embers turn to december
I done the simmer flicker
Til it's no mor shimmer in us
Til it's only cinders
I done seen members turn to remembers
Sorry I ain't make it home for the dinner
I gave out hands that nobody would lend us
We needed cake and I turned into linda
Used to see cuts on the arms of lurenda
Pops used to beat on my moms I'd defend her
Watching avengers thinking revenge
I found support in repeated offenders
I never thought I would timber
Tell me to go cool I'll hop on my nimbus
Head the clouds but too bad it's a tempest
Known to showboat like the god in olympus
Everything I invented vintage
They just gave borey a 8 year sentence
And I felt it
Like tatum I'm hoping his time in that cell tics
Free my bro out the john like elton
Memba when we was hangin on elton
With me xak and navi
Then on prospect with chulo and hobby
DV in the crib between poppa and mommy
I used to get lost in toonami
Shit taught me that love could be grimey
That's why I got a cold cold heart
Most art for me is like mozart
I ain't savin no bitch for the most part
Why the brokest niggas always throwin' the most darts
I be tellin' niggas
Trynna educate to help better niggas
They be thinking I just think imma better nigga
If you knew better you would do better nigga
And they know not to bet a nigga
What these fans do is shut that we trendsetted
They sayin' I'm him but I been said it
Yea I might sin but at least I synthetic
Yea I might sin but at least I ain't synthetic
That's the reason for all of my friend edits
Ouwhoaaaaaaaa
Can't help I been in my mind
Stressing my son cause that nigga moms
Got a bitter mind
Can't find her own peace
So she tryn take a bit of mine
Still I try
Even though I feel dead inside
Off of spirits I feel like it's killing mine
Hope I'm still in time
When she's done stealing time
I gotta cope with the fact that
I made mistakes
Might bend blocks
Might fold paper
But I'll never break