FUKKED UP!

Recently I've been too fukked up,
Back of the class, ain't causing no rucus
That's my favourite saying,
Thought you could tell,
Know I ain't playing
No my soul I won't sell,
Like damn we playing the long road,
Even if we sent to hell,
OC but I can still raise hell,
Talking Ortho' Christian,
Like boy damn' that's my religion,
And you won't ever catch me trippin,
'n ya'll mad cause I'm different
Ya'll mad cause I'm spittin,
Never sippin
Never caught slippin

Statements for me, please don't check the mail
You on the this road with me
'n you movin' like a snail,
You probably gon' bail if I--
I bet you gon' bail if I--
Statements for me, just please don't check the mail

I got too much hate in my heart,
Grudges I can't let go,
I treat it like a art and
Like something I can't let go
So go deeper into the art,
Damn A boogie I'm the artist
They think I ain't smart,
Dissed me fa' reading,
Now I'm the smartest,
They fucking kept chopping
But we still going the farthest
So please don't ask for help
You should know I'm heartless,
Cause they ain't never really friends with me,
Their chasing shit,
They'll never fucking get, (you'll never fucking get it)
So leave me out the fucking picture,
Leave me out the scene,
But please don't read the script
If you ever wanna get seen,
Leave me out the fucking picture,
Leave me out the scene,
But please don't read the script
If you ever wanna get seen,

See what you get what you give
'n my first bands I just earned,
These cunts I ain't got let,
Take shit when it ain't there turn,
Give shit 'n I get nun in return,
Being a fucking floormat for people I don't even like,
Concerned about the likes, the followers
But whoever is still following,
Don' bother with it,
They dap you up as soon as they ignore you,
And that's when you realise
You weren't actually friends in the first place,
You were actually the reason I had my worst day

Then you confront them, they get madder then you would think,
Cause when you get pushed to the brink,
The edge, they really ain't yo friends,
1% of them really wanna help,
'n when holidays came I was all by myself,
Most of the time they'll forget you exist after leaving school
Then they'll act like you were always bestie's
When you got a couple jewels
A house with a pool, but you ain't know where the pool is
(So turn around to them and say a fake friend you is)

The cycle repeats of pain and inner hatred,
Don't know with them If I love it or I hate it
I think I hate them,
Just know I need patience,
Never desperate to make "big money" helping patients,
Got the patience to put pain into painting the picture of my cadence
We the latest, gon' be the greatest and you really ain't gon' make it
You ain't got the patience, you the type to fake it,
So put this tape in the oven, let's bake it, (YUH LET'S GO)

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Of a life I don't know what I'm finna do
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Of a life I don't know what I'm finna do
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Of a life I don't know what I'm finna do
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Of a---ay check me (yuh)
Fucked up, Fucked Up
Boy you got me Fucked up, you got me-- (You got me fucked up) (AY)
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Of a life I don't know what I'm finna do
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Of a ---You know what you got me