LO$t

This is for my people in the struggle
Trynna make it
So wait for fridays, To fuck around get faded
Then they move to Saturday and now they feeling jaded
Thankful for Sunday, thank the Lord that they made

Some niggas down bad
They on they last
But always get the tab
Claiming that they got the bag
Drowning out there feelings
Cause they out here really sad
Hoping for the next week
While they barely on their own feet

What the hell you doing
clowning for some people
But You out here really losing

You say they really love you
But the love ain't even equal

Too blind to that fact
That they not your own people

Why you gonna play yourself
You worried about another bottle, but shit
What about your mental health

Gotta take care of yourself
Gotta take care of yourself

You out here bad
You out here sad
You out bad my nigga, pick yourself up



Credits
Writer(s): Darius Wilkins
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