Suicidal Soliloquy

Paranoia depression confessions that only him know
Looking pass myself like reflections in a window
Shoot outs in front Face house
We ain't grow up like the Winslows
Nights at Chris and Craig
It was Me Calvin and Benzo
Reflecting at a tempo
Smoking refer stuff hemp rolls
Big boy whip the girl
I'm never the one to hit hoes
I never even stretch it
They back begging once it hit nose
Both my baby mothers
Say I'm a narcissistic Schizo
Walking piece of shit
With a ripped soul
But this dick made em hit notes
And Never miss a moment to see my kids grow
Down the road I did go
All the shit I did bro
I love who I am
My life is to live
This shit can't make it to the gram
So respectfully as I can
Put down yo motherfucking phone
While we weighing up these grams

I can't afford to react cheap
Trying to avoid all the cracks on a collapsed street
Present currency when you get at me
Conversations end that brief
Popularity is different on all the stat sheets
Niggas sample hits and still manage to make whack beat
Flow on point like a cacti
Pockets on swoll like a black eye
Yall riding coat tails
I ain't giving Pigee back rides
Wipe the nigga nose his mother never got him baptized
I don't care satire not here to fraternize
Likes on social sites got em feeling like that size
Cosmo the conqueror making rap crews go capsize
Deep down inside I'm really just a basket case
Haven't been the same since my brother Kat passed away
Yo favorite moments is my average day
Fuck you all I got a bag to chase
For the ones that predicted me a tragic fate
Uncrushable confident
With outrageous faith
Ups and downs made me all that I am today
Soul not for sell