Luxury Problems (feat. SYEKO)

Some days it's hard to be as grateful as I should be
Because, I got used to livin' life with no restrictions
Remember servin' fentanyl out my hoodie
And, now I told my doctor, "I don't need prescriptions"

Remember, I was simple minded
Now I got up, made this check, and I'm on different timing
I thank God too many commas is my biggest problem
Remember stressin' about the next meal, now my only focus is the next mill

My mom said, "Stop partying, you out way too much"
She like, "Pick yourself up, boy, you slouching too much"
And, I always blamed the music why I kept doing drugs
But, I just had to clear my head and put it down for two months

And, I always blamed my family because they doubted too much
But, really they just lookin' out for me, they proud of they son
Felt like everyone's against me, I'm like, "Damn, was I wrong?"
They just hate to see me blinded when them cameras is on

Gotta wake up from that simulation, realize how you feel
You don't gotta rob them people, you don't gotta make that drill
And, I know they tryna make you feel like that's what make you real
But, I promise, I been through it, and that's not gone make you heal

I just lost my big brother, to the motherfuckin' pills
And, soon I'll lose another, I can't tell you how that feels
But, I'll tell you every time I think about it, I get chills
I wish I could break the cycle, but it's been like this for years

Gotta distance from the people who refuse to take their blinders off
People who contribute to the problem that I'm tryna solve
They like "What got in you SYEKO?"
I told them that my mind evolved
Had to find a different life because that one had me dyin'

From the inside out, chasin' online clout
Tryna sound like I'm from Opium so kids want to listen
Just to feed them with some shit that have them sippin' and trippin'
That's the shit that fucked me up to begin with, I gotta live what I'm spittin'

Yeah, I gotta live what I'm spittin'
I gotta live what I'm spittin' and mean it
I gotta live what I'm spittin' and mean it

Broken was the man ridin' first class
Having all of that cash, but he hurting bad
He's selfish as a bitch, got it from his dad
But, he don't got a second chance, he can't learn from that
All them bridges burned down, he can't build them back
But, he got a Gucci wallet and Burberry bag
So, I guess that means he winnin'
So, I guess that means he winnin'
Pussy