Insanity (Mastered Version)

I wrote this shit in my head you feel me
I ain't even gotta hear myself through headphones

When you're tired of being broke, you'll find a way to make some change
Everyday seems like a struggle I wish I could run away
Every time you get away it's like your problems here to stay
More money, more problems I don't care as long as I get paid
I told myself you gotta make it, if you don't then you'll be nothing
Told family imma make it, cause I'm sick and tired of struggling
Left the streets to be a father, but that don't mean I stopped hustling
Left the streets and hit the road, and now I'm topic of discussion
Trynna make a couple M's, before I finally kick the bucket
Watch me ball above the rim, I'm tired of balling on a budget
Used to hate the life I live, it's so hard to learn how to love it
I worked hard for what I have, don't them convince you I'm lucky
I feel insane
I'm doing the same thing over and over expecting change
I can't express to you enough I'm feeling vague
Just, just stay away cause I think I need some space
I need alone time to myself so I can think

Now I'm pacing, back and forth losing patience
I'm so tired of being sick, and I'm sick and tired of debating
They told me one day it's gone be your time, but my time was waisted
Now a days I'm getting waisted, relaxing from paper chasing
Residual income, coming in from all types of places
When you make yourself a boss, your employees gone start to hate you
Made a way, I made a name, I make enemies meet the maker
The last words that they'll hear from me is
Asa Lama and then Lakum
Bad bitches wanna fuck me, that means ion gotta make 'em
Bad bitches wanna fuck with me none of 'em wearing makeup
Outta sight, and outta mind, it's a sight for sore eyes to wake up
Beautifully blessed days come around and and I don't forsake 'em

When you're tired of being broke, you'll find a way to make some change
Everyday seems like a struggle I wish I could run away
Every time you get away it's like your problems here to stay
More money, more problems I don't care as long as I get paid
I told myself you gotta make it, if you don't then you'll be nothing
Told family imma make it, cause I'm sick and tired of struggling
Left the streets to be a father, but that don't mean I stopped hustling
Left the streets and hit the road, and now I'm topic of discussion

Now I'm pacing, thinking, my minds racing
Staring off into space, pupils dry from the lack of blinking
Life's been moving so fast, probably cause time's not waiting
I love my daughter to death, I bet her mom still hates me
That's the story of two lost souls who went two separate places
But no matter where my time goes my effort's still amazing
If I'm the man of your dreams, well good luck trying to replace me
That nigga could be identical, he's still an imitation
Love's so insane
Knowing that it's gonna break, I still give my heart away
But bitch, I'm not the one so don't play your silly games
My mind, is complex, I doubt we even think the same
Feels like, you can't relate, and it's driving me insane

When you're tired of being broke, you'll find a way to make some change
Everyday seems like a struggle I wish I could run away
Every time you get away it's like your problems here to stay
More money, more problems I don't care as long as I get paid
I told myself you gotta make it, if you don't then you'll be nothing
Told family imma make it, cause I'm sick and tired of struggling
Left the streets to be a father, but that don't mean I stopped hustling
Left the streets and hit the road, and now I'm topic of discussion

I feel insane
I'm doing the same thing over and over expecting change
I can't express to you enough I'm feeling vague
Just, Just stay away cause I think I need some space
I need alone time to myself so I can think
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