Real friends, how many of us, lost in the struggle, miss all my brothers
You gotta feel this, stuck in a bubble, ride for each other, die for each other
And lately i've been contemplating daily who my real friends be. it's only two that i can count on and that's i and me. can i be free, to speak on what i know and live my dreams. when everybody in my face tryna take my cream. erase my team, tell me they ain't feeding me right. or all the friends i call my homies i should leave em tonight. i'll never switch up on my family that includes all the homies. this rap game cutthroat turn you fake for the money. i swear that i want it, but if i gotta fight to be myself i can live without it. backstabbing's bad for your health. i came in to touch the mic with a story to tell. ex b*tch hating on me, say she hope that i fail. i know they love me when i'm in the booth recording their songs. soon as they turn they back they start hating all day long. lotta ni**as wanna take my place, i can't take it. shaking off the hatred, still being patient. my time is gonna come so i'm waiting. focused on my craft sitting back writing pages after pages. sometimes i ask myself damn am i gonna make it? or will it be a different situation. keep my head up steady fed up over stressed over worked. feet planted in the dirt all ever i do is work. music, money, power, respect. people always wonder what i'm gone do next. i couldn't tell you how i felt when i lost my check. or when i got laid off knees deep through debt. now my bills paid off i'm looking for new checks. no girlfriend to lay with too much regrets. the old me would worry too much and lose all hope. the new me stepped his wait up and that's no joke. oh, homie did i mention my granny is doing better now. kids grown up everybody's getting their cheddar now. late nights talking to my father in heaven. every pain that i felt was a brand new lesson. what do they want from a man like me? somebody tell me it's a place for a man like me. i need peace, and a vacation, from all the demons in my head. cause i can't shake em, i'm going crazy in my bed. the madness gets worse like i'm living a curse but everybody wanna tell me that i'm crazy instead. so, how many of us, start getting jealous, and plot on each other. my sister knocking at my window bout 4 in morning. but get ghost when i say i need a dollar or something. i mean can i get the money that you borrowed from me last week. i was down bad and you ain't have the sense to ask me? are u good are u str8? do you need a couple dollars just to make it through the day? it was times i was broke tryna pay rent late. and you ain't even put a penny to the plate. sh*t i can't relate when i'm always here to lend out a hand. still had the nerve to lie just to take what you can. wonder where they'd ever be if i ain't give em a chance. try to tell em to they face but they don't understand. fate in my hands balance em with two left feet. no looking back, competition tryna oppress me
Spirits all around me
Devil never found me
I know i'm ok
Tell me how you feel
When its you against the world
And you no longer feel safe
I guess i get what i deserve don't i?
No love in the streets they ain't heard from him
I guess that's how the world works don't it?
Toss dirt on my name till i'm buried from it
Hope i make it through the day