I been trying to give myself grace

Shout out to Toota, man, she taught me that

Love that girl with everything in me man for real

The other day I was having a conversation with my **** Tim

We was talking about basketball he was telling me man like

When he scream at himself on the court like

That's because that's his therapy

And like this right here this

This my therapy so

I just gotta get - stuff just off my chest man

I appreciate that conversation so much

Alright

Who the they think they better than?

I could bet there ain't a better man

I been up late nights working with these letters man

God knocking on the door told my spirit let him in

Told me the devil trying to get me but I won't let him win

I'm God sent

This shit here ain't nothing easy

I know the women listening they **** be talking greasy

They rapping how I'm rapping difference is I make it easy

The minute that they left me made em realize that they need me

Running laps round em

Got they necks out for the cheese a bunch of rats round em

But who am I to judge?

I done did a lot shit, so who am I to love?

Who am I to speak? I promise I been feeling weak

Been having wine and weed just to guide me thru my sleep

I'm searching for some peace trying to find it in these sheets

These verses that I'm dropping ain't for y'all, this shit for me

Swear I owe this mic my life for all the shit it's did for me

For real

And a part of me hurting when I be seeing pills

See my brothers throw em back and that shit give me chills

I get the feeling that it heals but just my pray my ****

Know I'm here, FUCK them pills

There's another way my ****

Shit

And I ain't dissing none of my homies that be doing pills man but I'm just letting y'all know brother to brother that shit hurts dawg

You could holla at me man we could get over that shit

Less caskets man, more celebrations