Fix Me (feat. Deuce Trimm)

Since first grade I was scared to come in last
When it came to running shit I was first up in my class
I'm tryna leave a mark, know my name gonna last
When I, hotbox the V I write Sticky on the glass
Sipping on that rum feeling sweeter than molasses
Anxiety kicking no more blunts you could ash it
Know I got a dream, take flight, first class it
Tried to show them vision, they ain't see it through the glasses
Tried to show the dream, they ain't see it through the Ray-Bans
huh
See-through lens for the fake friends
They ain't, really my mans, they follow main trends
huh
Seen mommy in the crib tryna make ends, meet
Look
Wanna know how I feel but ain't no feelings underneath
Ain't fit in with the crowd like a cavity to teeth
They calling me Sticky nigga they labeled me the thief
They don't understand I ain't have nothing to eat
I was just tryna survive no I wasn't playing cheap
Momma told me son you gonna sow what you reap
Dam, fuck it ima sow no sleep
I been making tunes in my closet all week
While I'm going through a hurricane, closet gon leak
No I ain't rich but it's rich what I speak
And I'll speak it in existence till that shit concrete
I know a couple niggas in the street concrete
RIP to the concrete ones down deep
Only spit bout a fraction a my pain, incomplete
Only smile for the camera but my demons lowkey gully creep
Tryn be different not a sheep for the flock
How many niggas do the same shit you know gon pop
I came up from the struggle man I seen me a lot
But I'm not
Tryna see the bottom from the top
I don't wanna see, fall apart again

Fall apart again
Fall apart again
Fall apart again
Fall apart again

They tryna see me fall to the ground
Dam
Sticky getting rich, yea I'm bound
Dam
Lost in my thoughts but I'm found
The melodies making me get somewhat around
Dam

Wanna get the suicide doors
I wanna get a Urus by the time I'm 24
Dam
Ion even care about awards
I just wanna put my momma in the latest Porsche
Yea
I was 9 when my parents got divorced
Just a child ian really have a voice
Now I'm wallen through these cities on tour
Got all of these bitches tellin me about my voice
Dam
It's crazy how my life turned around
But would they miss me when I'm buried in the ground
Dam
Ridin through the towns
Thinkin bout the times when I was chillin on the couch
Plottin on the things I was gone do when I was down
Now I'm really up do wat I want look at me now
Dam look at me now
Lotta niggas foul
Chattin for the pussy tryna get up in the gown
Niggas turn to bitches leave them bitches in the towns
Bitches turn to snitches leave them snitches in the ground
Dam look at you now
Chillin on the couch
Feelin all that pressure lotta niggas throwin towels
I could never do it gotta get it coppin pounds
Groovin how I'm movin when I'm lettin go of rounds
Gotta make it out



Credits
Writer(s): Shemar Anderson
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