Grew up bangin' broad day Nothing was easy, learned the hard way My heart been stuck up in a dark place Mama taught me right, I went the wrong way Did so much dirt, sometimes, I can't look at my own face I get in my feelings when I think about my past My best friend's son never got to see his dad I'ma be there for his mama even though sometimes we clash Got two parents, missin' one, and one day he gon' know the math (Huh) Hollow tips bustin' out the mag' (Okay) I'm scarred for life, I done seen plenty body bags (Hold on) Had to slow down, but I'm still runnin' from my past (Okay) Said, "I'm alright, " but I just really need a laugh (Damn) I might block you out even though I'm really feelin' you I know how it feel when the person you love ain't really into you I woke to depressed, forgive me if I had offended you The blogs done hurt my feelings I don't wanna do no interviews (Wanna do no interviews)
Keep a poker face, so, they can't see I'm really mad I know it's hard to tell, but, baby, yes, I'm sad
Tryna hold my anger like a lead When I get mad, I wanna split a nigga wig Play with my name, they just know how I really get Say what you want, but you best not bring up my kid My dawg in jail, he was clutchin' on a metal I send him money, tryna make him feel better Sippin' on lean, tryna keep my mind mellow Antisocial, I might not even tell you, "Hello"
Keep a poker face, so, they can't see I'm really mad I know it's hard to tell, but, baby, yes, I'm sad
Compositores: Norman Payne, Fredick Ii Givens (Fredo Bang) ECAD: Obra #42645493