I'm coming back

I'm tryna get to the stacks

I'm tryna get to the money (I'm lying)

I'm tryna get to the facts

Yeah that's true

Or maybe it's new

I'm tossing all the fake **** maybe I don't need a crew

I'm feeling the pressure

I'm feeling like J. Cole

Making diamonds but the words are worth more than any gold

Or any currency

The people tryna get through to me

I fucked them all up, now sending flowers to the infirmary

RUN with the urgency

I'm still telling the fallacies

Cutting hoes off, I wasn't thinking kinda rationally

My problems with relations

Now the hoes they all mad at me

I'm making moves with no plan

Gotta start thinking tactically

Take a tally please

Of all these atrocities

Dreaming for the future hope the dreams turn to reality

I have no empathy

Ash really have the tendency

To get **** off their rhythm

Fucking up the mentality

I'm jotting down my thoughts cause music's really my therapy

I have no therapist

I'm really a pacifist

Time to be selfish (Shit)

Listen to what I'm saying like it's your problem free philosophy