D.E.E.P

Deep up in my thoughts fuck it lemme write it down Don't feel appreciated I hold everybody down Ya think I'm rich ya think I'm lit like look the fuck around I'm still in the hood helping everybody now Phone call phone ring still would send it now Still ain't do a drug wit all this pain I don't know how All I want is love, hope I'm getting understood And for the record I don't even think I'm gonna heal Lost my baby bro thought I was gone take him out the hood Said lets hit the stu if you tryna do that then we could Told em I would pay you my lil brother boy you good Why you ain't hit me when you needed sumn when you knew you could Damn this shit be hurting like a bitch For a month emotions took me off the grid Almost quit on music after all the shit I went and did Fighting demons ain't the way I think I'm posed to live Fill my pain is worth a Richard mille Want my bank account to shit a quarter mill Labels tryna get me shit is real On the other side labels never offered you a deal But you talkin like you me you gotta chill Move the fuck around your rap career keep goin down a hill We still makin money so I shouldn't feel the way I feel Sobered up pain feel like I should be off a pill Understand I been that nigga givin love Fuck it in my feelings I won't cover it wit drugs Deep down really I just really need a hug Took a look around figured out a lot of shit a dub Don't call my phone I swear to god don't throw a sub If you really bro you know that I always show you love And that will never change all the shit I do I do for us But I feel a way heated I could feel I'm getting ruff This for every soul alot of shit is clipped Pray to god cruising through my city feelin lit Ain't gone lie really I don't wanna hold the grip Wit all this anger it ain't taking shit for me to click Cup full of pain blood rushing when I take a sip Fought for my love ones beating niggas since I was a jit Really been that nigga since a kid I ain't feeling good till I get my mom a better crib I don't get my flowers now I gotta speak Started rap careers a lot of niggas rappin cause of me Be for real so why I don't see trendy typa beats When producers spamming up my email as we speak I hate talking but this pain been hitting deep How I'm feeling sober but my body feeling weak When I'm tryna help ya think I'm tryna lead I'm black hearted now they wanna put this on repeat