I was deep up in that water and came close to drowning

I wouldn’t talk about it either, used to be a people pleaser

I took out all that frustration on that binary squeezing

All these things weee detrimental, though I thought they were relieving

I spent nights outside alone, with no jacket just patron

I had a couple offer help but I just wanna be left alone

Cause they don’t understand, the pressure that you feel when tryna become a man

Was roaming the whole city out of bounds, but had my gun in hand

I had a plan, to stand that shit so high, can’t fit no rubber band

And ain’t shit sweet, but I was in pursuit of like 109 grand

What you know about it? That I can’t go without it?

They tried to book me for allowance, but I ain’t allow it

They talked down on what I did so much I start to doubt it

The plug respected me so much, seemed like he’d never count it

I lost a crucial piece of me, and shit I still ain’t found it

And I’m a hero to my son but know he keeps me grounded

Hook

What you know bout hate? What you know both love?

What you know bout loyalty? What you know bout trust?

Help me with them lawyer fees, is this shit enough?

Can you just stay loyal please? When this shit gets rough?

What you know bout hate? What you know both love?

What you know bout loyalty? What you know bout trust?

Help me with them lawyer fees, is this shit enough?

Can you just stay loyal please? When this shit gets rough?

Verse 2

I done been betrayed, where, I ain’t leave unscathed..

And, the pain ain’t from a wound but it just lingers on your brain

Til you start to go insane, and that trauma leave a strain,

on relationships you got over the years that you maintained

That shit be different, feelin pain but you can’t get to specific,

cause that ptsd hit it start to feel like you relive it.. even when you go and travel it feel like you on yo pivot

Cause you been 10 toes so long it ain’t easy just to lift it that shit different ain’t it..

so I be picture painting.. cause ppl misconstrue your silence for intimidation.. and I don’t feel like I’m too good we just in different pages.. and you can’t understand perspectives from a different angle, that shit like a different language, guess it’s just to hard to speak.. running laps around my mind sometimes make it hard to sleep, healing all these battles scars, guess that shit just part the streets, banging mags and waving flags, but this ain’t no call to peace,