What’s the point

Word (yea) as a kid I was taught to act right there’s people I can’t get back 
From watching mama die in front of me 

That’s why I can’t love the same got some brothers getting they heart broke  I used to get fucked over on love to 

Pops never taught me shit that’s why I was my mothers baby I told myself we gone be up soon my biggest fear is 

Failing at my dreams tryna chase that 10 figure check I was 12 years old growing up to fast by the time I hit 16 

I made my first track wish I could call my mama today tell her about the all the shit I was going through if she 

Could see me now she’d probably ask if I got respect I’m just tryna make a mill
So nun of my family struggle with bills

Word to my mother I know I’m up next ain’t visit my mothers side in a min I’m thinking about taking a vacation to my 

City everyone steady hating ain’t scared of a bullet let em come spray I bet Id shoot back reasons why I ain’t 

Tryna make friends cause people stab you in your back be damned if I let any 
Pussy run up on me I’m putting them on 

They neck (like what’s the point) really I’m tired of tryna fix shit that will forever be broken gave my heart for lust I’ll 

forever be broken no matter the case I know shit won’t ever be the same I’m starting to realize nothing can be fixed

Got me all in my feelings steady working tryna make it so far I’ve been going through phases (like fuck got me

Saying what’s the point) forever broken got me going through phases rage,hurt 
Anger,lust ain’t nothing ever gone be 

Different (like what’s the point)….

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