Dysphoria

Verse One: So close to perfect Shining like the sun don't close the curtains Success, Is it really worth it? But, I'm so confident like wtf is nervous? Believe in me Doritos. Hot peppers. Cheese and meat Born in a city where they play for keeps Link card bars gotta feed the streets They say I dream too big I say they think too small I'm tryna be Eddie Murphy. Not Lil Duval Might run for mayor just to make new laws Music is therapy I do this shit for y'all Dodging potholes deeper than the grave Of a shorty in the field who don't know that he a slave At the mall picking cotton. On the block being brave Until he meet the mortician or get locked in a cage Verse Two: Passionate with the poems the potency in my pen Took us to overtime I'm just praying that we win Dunk contest scores all my women are some tens Arguing every week like, here we go again She caught up in the sites and I'm caught up in the life Listen to your heart don't believe all the hype Tryna do it B.I.G? You Got Damn Right.. How BIG? like B.I.G before March 9th And Lately I been stressed And visibly depressed Ironically running out of time chasing my success All the curses in my songs Granny telling me I'm blessed All my friends on my phone and they telling me i'm next All these rappers getting on and I'm really not impressed Everybody getting shot I might invest in a vest Am I the kanye west? Will I pass this pass this test? Verse three: If I die would you cry for me? I need your support could you try for me? Matter fact bend it over drop it low for me I need the type of chick that a lie under oath for me