Depression

Verse 1 It’s time for me to split bitch I'm out the car Smelling like cigarettes and cheap alcohol Empty medicine bottles scattered Through-out the hall I'm off so many pain-killers I'm about to fall Can’t feel my body at all Fuck it I ain't about to call This blunt I kiss burns my lips down to my finger tips Can’t give these drug up fo sho can't give these streets up OK I’ll get rid of these drug up but keep at least one I’ll keep a couple pills maybe keep a couple blunts Buy a ticket hit the islands for a couple months I'll fuck a couple chick just to lets some anger out Cut up my burner gloves and stick my middle finger out Cuz I don't give a fuck bitch if I'm broke I'm broke And I don't wanna hear no shit bout that dope I smoke And I don't wanna start no beef that I don't provoke but if it happens I won’t stop until your throat meets rope you get the picture Verse 2 See I ain’t ever been a crackhead I ain’t used to basin But that don't mean I have done shit to start hallucinating Problem everyone's got em I done hit rock bottom had issues and fought em felony cases I’ve caught em Fuck that shit that ain’t the problem I’ve got issues only I could have That why I brag when I'm on top cuz I ain’t used to that I’ve got a little deal now everybody on my back But I’m so high most of the time that's why I don’t call em back Where was you at when I was broke and needed help with shit? Now you wanna know just where I’m at and who I’m with But I don’t play them fucking games bitch now who’s the trick You think I'm Big headed by now better get used to it See I don’t owe no body nothing I ain’t fronting I’m just speaking the truth now all these parents looking at me cuz I speak to the youth If you like it or not I love it when I make an impression But I can’t lie the why I'm expressing my state of depression Verse 3 Sometime I wonder if the fames really as hard as they say They got no motherfucking clue about what goes on in my head Sometimes I’m feeling better off dead or locked away forever But that ain’t going to make shit better so I scratch that idea My actions are clear its actually the facts that I fear How many homies got my back as a matter of fact Roll with a wild bunch If it went down would I have time to clutch And then you got the nerve to ask why I don’t smile much See when you get a chance to see how fake these people act It’s hard to get back to your home without watching your back I try to vibe[?] why these laws watching my step-in But these laws make it hard that’s why I carry a weapon It’s you that I dread two in the chest two to the head Cuz in this game there is first and second place The quick and the dead I ask for one more come on now what the fuck would I run for See I’m the only person I’m keeping a loaded gun for