Profits And Losses

I'm too young

Tell me why, why, why, why, why

Would I try, try, try, try, try?

I'm takin' losses

Off all these profits

Need to feel like Tyson in his prime

Les Miserable in Paris, Cinderellas on my Snap

Should be headin' to her palace

But I'm out here on the north circ', been puffin' on sativa

Rich or broke, I'll tell you that I'm neither

I just need a bunch of numbers to go home to

'Cause I've been doin' all these things I'm not supposed to

And if we really were that close, I woulda told you

So all those Ls ain't really over, they're just old news

I've moved on

And now I'm burnin' on some cookies while I'm bangin' out some 'fredo

I'm watching Paid In Full, but I've been paid slow

I'm in a crystal maze, my life's a gameshow, but

How's it gonna change though?

The only way it will is if I make dough

So can you tell me why, why, why, why, why

Do I try, try, try, try, try?

I'm takin' losses for all these profits

That's why I cry, cry, cry, cry, cry

And I really don't feel like it's the weather any longer

'Cause when the sun is up

Sometimes I don't feel like I'm gettin' stronger

And they all say that I'm too young, but I'm too old

To be too dumb, and be too broke

I'm tryna keep a little smile and laugh my way to the bank

Ay, ay

What goes around can really come right back

I've always had a beef with karma and I try fight back

But now it's too late to live my life like that

So if I ever count my blessings, I will try give back

I need a trillion, or just a million

So every beat I touch I'm makin' sure I'm killin' 'em

I'm tryna write my fucking lyrics while I'm billin' 'em

But every time I blaze, I get a little more resilient

I need to put these Raws down and take a break for a sec

I'm tryna break away from life and I'm in need of a check

I'm on a sofa right now and usin' sheets for a bed

I'm bein' real, there is no need to pretend

But now I'm thinkin' that the Reaper's had enough of me

Everyday he's nudging me

I was washin' all these dirty plates and cutlery

But wanna live in luxury, should I be content with this?

What's up with me?

I think it's true, this life just isn't cut for me

But how am I gonna end it? I don't like the way it started

I grew up with all my family but in time we've all departed

Our conversation's dryin' up, our energy's lethargic

I just wish we could go back to where this all had fuckin' started

So can you tell me why, why, why, why, why

Do I try, try, try, try, try?

I'm takin' losses for all these profits

That's why I cry, cry, cry, cry, cry