I love the mic, it's the only one that really listen I love the beats, they the only ones that pay attention

And I don't know how to cope with my depression Cause I can't even stand to look at my reflection

My pops is present, we ain't really have no connection And I know you tried your best to show affection

You know I'm thankful for all the things that you done But I can see that you hate what I've become

A disappointment, something like a fucking bum I had to slow down on the pills, I was fucking up

You couldn't tell I had suicidal tendencies Or they didn't care enough to go ahead and check on me

Cause they don't notice until you gone and rest in peace I try to change, but the streets got the best of me

And I swear this shit gon' be the death of me I talk to God, but I just don't feel anything

I love the mic, it's the only one that really listen I love the beats, they the only ones that pay attention

And I don't know how to cope with my depression Cause I can't even stand to look at my reflection

You got your own problems, ma, why you blaming me? Is it because I gotta walk out with that thing on me

Understand that I really got some enemies You don't bang, just back it up, you foos embarrassing

Fake gangsters, nothing but some parodies Strapped with the ghost gun, ain't nobody scaring me

I'ma stay the way I am until they bury me I'm my own man, ain't nobody caring me

I don't like to reminisce about my memories I throw them all into this bottle, that's my therapy

They say to do right, but there ain't nothing left of me They say to do right, but there ain't nothing left of me

I love the mic, it's the only one that really listen I love the beats, they the only ones that pay attention

And I don't know how to cope with my depression Cause I can't even stand to look at my reflection

I love the mic, it's the only one that really listen I love the beats, they the only ones that pay attention

And I don't know how to cope with my depression Cause I can't even stand to look at my reflection

Stops acting, liking it really fucking loaking At seven in the morning all my homies really posted

Coming out the city, right here by the fucking ocean Showing all them straps just to really fucking post them

You know what I'm talking about? Showing all them burners just to post them

Not really blowing shit not knowing shit, that's ho shit