Gary you real one for this…
Maybe the problems me
Stay outta yo feelins
I wanna relax
With my pockets filled with currency stacks
Get the paper
Got my mind on minds tell drama I'll see her later I'm gone
Gotta be strong cause this city is wrong and
And full ah haters Nobody cares
This world isn't fair they never said it would be, instead You are punished and told who You should be.
What are the options
Did they fail or did somebody Block them
Your never alone somebody's always watchin
Waiting for the opportunity to start hatin
Leaving you broke hungry and cold so now you have to break in I'm feelin caged in
I can't stay here I'm Breaking the atmosphere
Nobody would ever shed a tear if I was to ever disappear
Stay out of yo feelings
Youre not even the villain
So how do you wanna be seen?
Through the anger protruding
Youre painted as moody and anxious cause thats how it seems
Stay out of yo feelings
Maybe the problems me
Oh No…
I guess I never thought about it
I cant blame everyone I see
Oh noo…
I dont wanna talk about it
Maybe the problems me
I started thinkin alot
Been smokin hella Zaw
Shit Mght be tweekin my thoughts
But between the leaks and government secrets we got
I might buy me enough tree to fill up a whole Block
Im tired of these mothafkas
Playin us like some suckas
make our liberation look criminal
so they can crush us
You’ve been through so much
Life has not given you a gentle touch
From birth the donor and child bearer were giving each other the cold shoulder and wild weather
lord I pray my child’s life is better.
Assumptions to Lies, Egos to pride, let’s dismiss the facts because the facts bring the wrong vibe. The care for materials over people is evil, there’s no way an iPad and a person can be equal. The picture of the world with an edit Is a vicious mans world where good men get no credit. life is psychological and the man who gets respect for profitting off of death is diabolical. Got the world shook like gothom in the comic books cause we’ll split your ligaments like Carnage in the thicket
take your vocal coord and rip it
its a sickness
then talk about it on a beat like a sentence. spittin with persuasion like im having a personal conversation
with a spirit thats ancient.
Stay out of yo feelings
Maybe the problems me
Oh No.
I guess I never thought about it
I cant blame everyone I see
These niggas hatin words really dont mean shit to me.
Treat me like im old
like im living walking history.
i fell in, swam
and then climbed up out my misery.
aint none of them helped
just tried to stiffle all my Inner G.
i dont have a filter so my words dont have no sensory.
They smile up in your face
behind your back they your enemy
Stay out of yo feelings
Stay outta yo feelins
Maybe the problems me
Oh No. Oh oh no.
I guess I never thought about it
I cant blame everyone I see
Stay outta yo feelins
Maybe the problems me
