Spiteful
I got P.T.S.D, traumatized, I feel the shit I've seen
I'd be craving on a daily, but I prosper in between
Any bottle lookin' right at just might take it to the spleen
Got to cancel these emotions, for what just might pop a pain
Can't explain the way I feel, 'cause this dude don't know what I mean
Sometimes I feel like what's the point, 'cause they're not gonna feel for me
I got some only sup I havin', I still feel the energy
I know they're proud at how I'm coming, hope they help and rest in peace
I put effort in the hustle, how it's easy when you leave
Didn't focus, now I'm spiteful, got some tricks up off my sleeves
Host a Grammy and you know it, ain't no king without a queen
I be grateful for the times I felt defeat, yeah, I'm at peace
How to hassle, how to channel, lock me out? I got a key
Caught you off guard when you hurt him, fate as she got back to me
Those lips talk shit, you're goofy out here missing teeth
I can see it in your eyes that you're a bitch, don't try to blink
I'm constantly reminded that I gotta move differently
If I'm home you always used to fuck with, now I don't be stayin'
Listen, I remember gettin' hot over some dumb shit, I was trippin'
Know that she can circle back, I ain't good cop, I got 'em win, yeah
I hate when they accuse me, they'd be judging just because it
But I always keep it real, not gon' convince you that I wasn't
No, I really ain't going expect the fans to know I feel like Christmas
I still think about the past while I'd be living in the present
I ain't heard my mama's voice, it's been a while
I think it's that she hates herself that I'm a dog, and so she's bitter nonetheless
At least my daddy say he miss me, couldn't speak 'til I was blessed
He don't know the shit I've done, had to protect his innocence
I ain't never wrote a statement in my life how you turned fake
I don't hang around no bumps 'cause they ain't tryna get no cape
If it's beef, I've found a way you can get, we gon' make it shake
My homie got some sticky fingers, you would think he using tape (using tape, using tape)
If it's beef, I've found a way you can get with, you gon' make it shake, yeah
My homie got some sticky fingers, you would think he using tape (using tape)
Yeah
I'd be craving on a daily, but I prosper in between
Any bottle lookin' right at just might take it to the spleen
Got to cancel these emotions, for what just might pop a pain
Can't explain the way I feel, 'cause this dude don't know what I mean
Sometimes I feel like what's the point, 'cause they're not gonna feel for me
I got some only sup I havin', I still feel the energy
I know they're proud at how I'm coming, hope they help and rest in peace
I put effort in the hustle, how it's easy when you leave
Didn't focus, now I'm spiteful, got some tricks up off my sleeves
Host a Grammy and you know it, ain't no king without a queen
I be grateful for the times I felt defeat, yeah, I'm at peace
How to hassle, how to channel, lock me out? I got a key
Caught you off guard when you hurt him, fate as she got back to me
Those lips talk shit, you're goofy out here missing teeth
I can see it in your eyes that you're a bitch, don't try to blink
I'm constantly reminded that I gotta move differently
If I'm home you always used to fuck with, now I don't be stayin'
Listen, I remember gettin' hot over some dumb shit, I was trippin'
Know that she can circle back, I ain't good cop, I got 'em win, yeah
I hate when they accuse me, they'd be judging just because it
But I always keep it real, not gon' convince you that I wasn't
No, I really ain't going expect the fans to know I feel like Christmas
I still think about the past while I'd be living in the present
I ain't heard my mama's voice, it's been a while
I think it's that she hates herself that I'm a dog, and so she's bitter nonetheless
At least my daddy say he miss me, couldn't speak 'til I was blessed
He don't know the shit I've done, had to protect his innocence
I ain't never wrote a statement in my life how you turned fake
I don't hang around no bumps 'cause they ain't tryna get no cape
If it's beef, I've found a way you can get, we gon' make it shake
My homie got some sticky fingers, you would think he using tape (using tape, using tape)
If it's beef, I've found a way you can get with, you gon' make it shake, yeah
My homie got some sticky fingers, you would think he using tape (using tape)
Yeah
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Writer(s): John Paul Alicastro, Gregg Steven Wattenberg, Michael Conrad Lauri, Thomas Samuel Saltman
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