True to my emotions and trust in god Video (MV)

Induced with pain, obsessions turn into depression
Anxiety's not a common thing in our society
I'm filled with anger and pain, I don't really know what to do
Most of the time I keep it quiet

I observe and watch how the shit goes
But deep down in my heart, I wish I could be the little me
I wish I could be the five year old me
Wish I could be the three year old me

Wish I could go back to that age
I know that's the end
The end
The end

I know the end
It's on it's way
That's the end
Tired of this pain

I need some gain
Love is a pain that they don't can explain
Hop in the van then we come in and go
Most of these niggas will turn into ghosts

Cannot be feeling my pain, I'm so numb
Most of the time I know I barely survive
I cannot play with this thing and I'm grown
I cannot f*ck all these bitches, I'm grown

People are hating on me, I cannot afford this shit
Hop in the van then we come in and shake up the ride, bitch
Keeping the time, we on ball and my niggas, we bout to survive the hit
I barely survive and I got all my niggas and I talk to my God

I got all my niggas and I'm talking to my God
Look, nigga, I gotta survive
Most of the time I'm not feeling gonna die
Aye, barely live, barely young age

Hop in the van then I come in the age
They repeat my name, I come in this age
Van in the van and we having a go
Most of the time I'm not feeling the pain

I was born to be what I'm gonna be
Most of this death will come with a hit
Most of the time when I really can't sleep
None of my niggas ain't coming to hit

Most of these niggas, they giving me stress
Hop in the van then we come in and go
Most of these niggas, they turn into pieces
Step in the car when I come in and riddle

Stopping and shit, get a pistol
Hop in the road, get a piercing
Hoes of these niggas, they having depression
Step in the car, the anxiety

Hop in the f*cking and shit, where your lady
Hop in the van and design it
Hop in the car, bitch, and shit, get her running
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Credo
He ain't coming back, I know
Barely ever sleep at times, I know
Therapy ain't working

All the constantly sick niggas ain't working
All of my anger rising
Most of these niggas surviving
The money ain't keeping my pain

I spoil myself so I can ease the pain
The fame is a trap
Most of the time when I come in and hit
Most of these niggas, they drizzling the kid

Yeah
I'm trapped inside this body
Hop in the front and they trying to Ferrari
Crashing Bugattis and daddies

Hit a boy up in the gate, what's it like
Love is a pain and they don't can explain
Hop in the van then we come in and go
Most of these niggas, they turn into ghosts

Cannot be feeling my pain, I'm so numb
Most of the time when I barely survive
I cannot play with this thing when I'm grown
I cannot f*ck up this bitch as I'm grown

Um
People are hating on me
I cannot f*ck this shit
Hop in the van then we come in and shit

Gotta ride the beast
Keeping it tight, we on balling
My niggas and brothers survive the hit
I barely survive when I get on my knees

And I talk to my God
I get on my knees and I talk to my God
Look, nigga, I couldn't survive
Most of the time when I feel gonna die

Ay
Better than a really young age
Hop in the van then I come in and age
Don't repeat my name, I come in this age

Find a designer, we come in and go
Most of the time when I'm feeling the pain
I was born to be what I'm gonna be
Most of these devils, they come with a hit

And here's the pain
Obsessions turn into depression
Anxiety is now a common thing in our society
I'm filled with anger and pain

I don't really know what to do
Most of the time I keep it quiet
I observe and watch how this shit goes
But deep down in my heart, I wish I could be the little me

I wish I could be the five-year-old me
Wish I could be the three-year-old me
Wish I could go back to that age
And now that's the end

The end
The end