I guess the cats outa bag

I excel and than collapse

Feel the ceiling closin in and I'm just tryna react

They say Pressure makes diamonds so I had to adapt

I take two steps forward and take one step back

I guess I'm honest with my myself at least I still got that

They watch me makes every room so I feel compact

Stuck in bubble with myself I know one wants that

Real talk true love is something I need back

Cuz when you talking to yourself, it's hard to gauge how you act

It's hard to judge the way the talk before the people react

It's hard to balance out the confidence when everything bad

When you been sacrificing happiness to fill up the bag

I'm twenty-six with less funding than back at twenty-one

I'm fucked up in my feelings I'm tired of feeling them

I'm tired of buying all the food I see you taking off the shelf

I'm tired of carrying the team When I can't carry myself

I had money in the day and balled out on some belts

I had money fucked up it on shit I put on shelf

And now it's crazy even with a plan I'm still up in a hell

I don't have a person I trust but myself

Fantasizing of better times with a silver linen

Sticky situations like I spilled the Aunt Gemima

I'm tweaked out tryna figure how my impact giant

Young Goonie took the worst odds and got behind em

I know you really only fuck with me because I'm shinning

You could give the world the world the world won't give you kindness

You could buy that girl some crystals but she want some diamonds

A couple threatened murder Honestly I wish you would try it

Everybody tough when the story is private

Everyone got an opinion why you think divided

Social media got you thinkin you making a profit

When in reality a like ain't never turn to a dollar

You must be living a fantasy we know that's the problem

Why you back stab ya man's for a couple a dollars

Like I ain't really take the time I wasted given you knowledge

Opportunity is nothing if you don't got a product