[ Featuring prodby.Waste ]
(Alright, I'll do my thing)
(It's like, I don't know, one A.M. or something)
(We're just messin' around with this one)
(Nah, not really)
(I think, I think it's gon' be alright, yanno)
(We'll see how it goes)
(I wrote this in like 20 minutes or sum)
(Y'all ain't ready for this, yessir)
I been rappin' in this game for over two years
I ain't fall off from the top, still reaching new ears
So like in '88, you children hear this story
Writing this at one A.M, while the rain outside is pouring
First off, like Hendrix, you better not get comfortable
Cause in the dead of the night, that's when I come for you
I lost money, friends, and women, now I'm out here independent
Turn my back on all the opps, bet' not step up on this block
I'm not sorry for my actions, apologize
You keep bouncing here and there, from guy to guy
I got people in my life who love to hate on me
Is it cause you love my style?
The word for that is jealousy
Look in the dictionary
Oh, do you need some help?
It's been forever man
Keep all that to yourself
I got traumatized, I overanalyzed
Every situation, I was vulnerable and vandalized
They take me for granted, I'm the one withstanding
All the sleepless nights I stayed awake, waiting for an answer
I didn't get it, while I listened Bryson Tiller
Had some needed self-reflection, looking at the man, the mirror (Yuh)
I wrote these 24 bars to get this off my chest
Will this see the light of day or cause unrest?
I've been blocked before, this one ain't so different
Here's my answer to your message, took up all my time, attention seeker
