Too Many Times

Too many times I was broke To be took for a joke Why the fuck is you laughin' Too many times I would call You aint pick up my calls Why the fuck would I text then Too many times I was swerving Swerving swerving and losing control Losing my mind losing my soul Thank god I made it up outta that hole Too many times I was trapped in my past I would sit on my back just to reminisce Too many times Dat I thought you was telling the truth but I knew you was counterfeit Too many times I was swerving Swerving swerving and losing control Losing my mind losing my soul Thank god I made it up outta that hole Nigga I ain't change you did The realest thing she said Crashing out at Ruth's Chris Where's is my juice bitch Mama raised me better man I'm tryna be a better man I'm spacing out my scheduling To Think it thru the best I can Swerve a little Chasing my dream Chasing this cash Detaching my past It burns a little Filling these shoes For shells like me For shells like you I work the middle In n out I figured out I different route Alll I gotta do is stick it out If they hating then kick em out Show them niggas why they missing out Too many times I was broke To be took for a joke Why the fuck is you laughin' Too many times I would call You ain't pick up my calls Why the fuck would I text then Too many times I was swerving Swerving swerving and losing control Losing my mind losing my soul Thank god I made it up outta that hole Too many times I was trapped in my past I would sit on my back just to reminisce Too many times Dat I thought you was telling the truth but I knew you was counterfeit Too many times I was swerving Swerving swerving and losing control Losing my mind losing my soul Thank god I made it up outta that hole Too many too many times that I Tried to stand tall on that shit & renigged' Time after time I was stuck in that pit Addicted to shit that was the stressing The kid Can't take it back so I learn and I live Cry to my mama a bucket of tears This is my toast this is my cheers Stayed in my lane and switching the gears We gotta misunderstanding U think I'm doing this shit for the money I'm doing this shit cause I'm damaged I do this shit for my family We do not know what it's like to be perfect My mama the closest thing to jesus I was a bad mouth lil nigga I said she wasn't my hero when I was a baby I know I ain't mean it And mama I'm sorry for that I know that my journey to rap Ain't the thing that we pictured Two inches apart and I miss ya But what were we picture anyway You da blame for my charisma You da blame for my style You da blame for my smile You da blame for the way I keep my head up when the world let me down Making moves outta bounds Different states different towns You & Nanna on my heart You & jordan on my heart You & Daniel on my heart You & Prince on my heart Leaving prints from the start