Sun Down

Stargazing Quiet, even though my heart's racing South Beach, right around Art Basel Wonder when things gon' start changing I need Obama back I feel like I need a trauma pack For my psyche, I might need a hollow tip Shorty calling, I might need to call her back I see all of y'all asking the same thing What is life for a nigga like me? Everybody wanna be the friend that I want But don't nobody wanna be the friend that I need Everybody tryna see end of my peace But ain't nobody tryna see the end of my piece Maybe fake shit was the lesson I need Maybe tryna face shit was a better idea (yeah, maybe not) But I don't know Whole world made a nigga monotone Then wanna judge me off the cover of my novel So I just deal with it Next week I might feel different Talk shit might be real friction Been that way for a lil' minute, so What I'ma do? Blood on my shoes, blood of my blood Blood in the booth, blood in my cup Blood in my roots, blood in my love Blood in my food Too much of anything is dangerous Two cups of Henny please to pain with us New Chucks can never ease the pain, brother New love don't ever feel the same, does it? Damn I don't fuck with a lot of people I grew up with I was on the grind, they was on some dumb shit I was on the dime, they was on some dumb shit I don't wanna rhyme when I'm off the substance I just wanna find something I can fuck with I just want a sign that I'm not up out my mind 'Cause I'm all about my grind, I can't watch the sunset People tryna sleep on me, it feel like (feel like) I'm living in a prison in real life (real life) I think about ending it, still might (still might) A little percent of me see the bitch in your energy And a little percent of me feel like (feel like) There ain't no karma So why I'm so amazed when it ain't no honor code But I feel the same, boy, I ain't no father Sun down (sun down) (You already know what the fuck going on) sun down (It's no threat, bitch) (Ain't no motherfucking threat, not now or ever) sun down, yeah (Fuck outta here if you ain't rappin' forever) sun down (You know what the fuck going on) (Red X on my skin, nigga, that's war-paint, bitch) yeah