Texty
So much I got to get off my chest man
Signing on dotted lines
To get dollar signs
Everything gets monetized
‘Til my commas rise
Knocked down every door devised
To keep me deprived
So if i dont show for valentines
Please dont act surprised
Yea
My latest fued been with me and Brytani
I messed up and she got hot
And did a **** chilly
We all fuck up, you cant convince me
That u cant forgive me (Come on man)
We got phones
It aint shit to pick it up and hit me
(Just call me)
Yea
Just a misunderstanding
Thats all to really call it
If im speaking candid
I look at Bryt the same as Ki
Thats what i said to Ashley
Like yea thats sis and siblings fight
Thats how it be with family
Im just an actor
Who playing a part
Always striving for perfection
But missing my mark
Always giving up my body
But hiding my heart
But i take lessons from my life
And i turn them to art
They say regret starts coming with age
Reminiscing when i saw my ****
Cross the stage
On one hand i couldnt be prouder
But on the other, got this dream and im Starting to doubt her
But things aint what they seem to be
People secretly speaking on what they Think of me
The old me would've
Knocked them off easily
But recently i been vibing on higher frequencies
They still talking reflection
I made a whole fucking album
While fighting depression
I usher in my confessions
Using art and expression
So Im an artist not a rapper
Respect the profession
Respect the profession
Im a artist not a rapper
Respect the profession
Respect the profession
Im a artist not a rapper
Respect the profession
Cole said pride is the devil
But in politics
Its when your confidence
Overweighs whats in your Consciousness
And that’s what gets you killed
Or on the ground hurt
‘Cause pride done caught more bodies Than a crowd surf
And i could've been shot
Back when **** pulled up on me
Back on diamond block
Creeped up on my window
With a fucking glock
Like if u want ya’ top
Give us everything you got
(Shit was crazy)
Yea
But you live and you learn
That taught me to pay attention
To peep and discern
Whats going on around me
‘Cause **** will line me
They put that iron to me man
Like I was robert downey
But I can laugh about it
Cuz when death was in my face
I found a path around it
And i ain't gon’ sit and front
Like I'm bou’t it bout’ it
But at the same time
You won’t catch me lacking without it
I used to get down a bit
Question my prominence
Lacking on all my confidence
Had to pick myself up
Like yo snap out of it
You gon get it
Just wait and try to stay possitive
Looking back though
I was really trippin’
Falling into depression
Yo I was really slippin’
Yo I was really trippin’
Falling in Fuck
Now im taking off
Like when kids see the Mr. Softee
Im number one in my city
Boy i feel like Chauncey
So yea i know
Them **** could've popped me
And chalked me
But if God put me on
How can **** off me
(I need yal to feel me on that one man)
If God put me on
How can **** off me
(I had to say that shit twice)
‘Cause God put me on
Shake these **** off me
Just had to, had to vent one time man
Shit be on my mind
Written by: June Shelton
