pardon me

It Seem like everybody leaving and they taking apart of me
I'm so used to getting cheated, if I'm trippin then pardon me
When I'm down they count me out so when I'm up Dont acknowledge me
Hate you when you doing better so it can't really bother me

Obligated to the music ain't my only occupation
Get the money then I split with the ones who help me make it
If I told you how I'm feelin you would treat me like I'm crazy
Ain't no movie not a actor but they tryna imitate me
People basic they was sleepin I was out here steady training
Yeah my brother momma hate me I ain't trippin I'm just sayin
Doubting me told me they told me quit it, I could never let it phase me
I can give it all I got and they gon find a way to hate me

No more love it's all gone
You left me scarred all alone
I can't forget what you did
How did I lose all my strength
Girl you was all that I had
Wish I could get my heart back
At times I begged you to stay
Still act like I'm just unphased

It Seem like everybody leaving and they taking apart of me
I'm so used to getting cheated, if I'm trippin then pardon me
When I'm down they count me out so when I'm up Dont acknowledge me
Hate you when you doing better so it can't really bother me

Tryna make it independent can't get caught in the industry
Cut me off when I was low, ain't no rebuilding the chemistry
Eternally severely damaged ain't no medical healing me
Momma trippin bout the weed, I didn't go to the pill at least

Seem like everybody wanna be a rapper from the strguggle
But they laugh at other people who be coming from the gutta
Memeber it was me and Nolan we was plotting like a huddle
I was sleepin Onna sopha ramen noodle was for suppa

All dem roaches was crawling, going up but I'm fallin
All my exes they was cheatin, telling lies they was stalling
Member crying bout my father eyes red like it's pollen
Now it's funny ion need em, but that nigga be callin

But ion even wanna talk, Rip the niggaz body inna chalk
I be praying for the cops, I be praying for the block, I praying for the opp
Ima have to knock his thoughts and let it pop with the glock



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Writer(s): Nashon Smith
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