Confessions

I feel I'm a target in my generation
I just hope when I'm famous it don't Effect my Baby's
I just hope when I'm famous it don't Effect my family
I made this song to show y'all I ain't Changin'
Love ain't really love if you ask me It's dangerous
I gave a girl my heart and left me Pain
I can't mess with just anybody my Name got stain
Like if you put it on a scale My name Hold weight

I'm on a road to riches
You on A road to Bitches
Ain't never put my hand out I made Some shake by Myself
I was bumping my music, this was Just the other day And all I seen was Hate like acne It's all on they face

I ain't even make it yet but I'm Having vibes (uhh)
They like who that young rap nigga With four eyes?
I got my potnas forever and that's no Lie
Gotta stay on point, so I question myself a lot
(I do it a lot)

Vee lost his brother, I lost mines too (Uhh)
Blu lost his brother, I lost mines too (Uhh)
Isaiah lost his brother, he was mines Too
How many losses y'all all took? Two Times two

I feel I'm a target in my generation
I just hope when I'm famous it don't Effect my Baby's
I just hope when I'm famous it don't Effect my family
I made this song to show y'all I ain't Changin'
Love ain't really love if you ask me It's dangerous
I gave a girl my heart and left me Pain
I can't mess with just anybody my Name got stain
Like if you put it on a scale My name Hold weight

I hit the church I pray to Jesus
Tell him heal all my people
All I said was keep it equal, but they killin' all my People
Why they killin' all my folks?
I'm cry inside they say let it all go, but I can't let my Tears show (Oh no)

Lill so dedicated
This me ain't nun fabricated
I'm dropping music now they hate Me
I'm very educated
This ain't no blunt, but all my Problems I'm gone Face it
If it ain't about no money, I won't Run I won't chase it "My daddy told Me be patient"
My flow sick like it's a patient
Should I hit this lick? I'm debatin'
Get some free weed and free paper
Put my hood on and went steppin'
Sometimes I feel I'm neglected
My greed caught up with me
How did it affect me? (Uhh)
That's a question and I'm gone give You the answer These niggas really Don't want smoke my brother Died From cancer
Sometimes I feel I'm the shit
I ain't Da Baby but just Give me the Pamper
She like rocking all my clothes, but I Can't give her My hamper

I can't hit no broke bitch, can't leave My money Inside you
You sellin' bags all day but you ain't Making no Profit
It's like you on that block for fun
What you gettin' up out it?
You ain't making no money being Broke your hobby

I'm just sending a message (Uhh)
If it's a problem direct it (Uhh)
The hate is what I expected (Uhh)
And This is just my confession
(Just my confession)