D.E.E.P
Deep up in my thoughts fuck it lemme write it down
Don't feel appreciated I hold everybody down
Ya think I'm rich ya think I'm lit like look the fuck around
I'm still in the hood helping everybody now
Phone call phone ring still would send it now
Still ain't do a drug wit all this pain I don't know how
All I want is love, hope I'm getting understood
And for the record I don't even think I'm gonna heal
Lost my baby bro thought I was gone take him out the hood
Said lets hit the stu if you tryna do that then we could
Told em I would pay you my lil brother boy you good
Why you ain't hit me when you needed sumn when you knew you could
Damn this shit be hurting like a bitch
For a month emotions took me off the grid
Almost quit on music after all the shit I went and did
Fighting demons ain't the way I think I'm posed to live
Fill my pain is worth a Richard mille
Want my bank account to shit a quarter mill
Labels tryna get me shit is real
On the other side labels never offered you a deal
But you talkin like you me you gotta chill
Move the fuck around your rap career keep goin down a hill
We still makin money so I shouldn't feel the way I feel
Sobered up pain feel like I should be off a pill
Understand I been that nigga givin love
Fuck it in my feelings I won't cover it wit drugs
Deep down really I just really need a hug
Took a look around figured out a lot of shit a dub
Don't call my phone I swear to god don't throw a sub
If you really bro you know that I always show you love
And that will never change all the shit I do I do for us
But I feel a way heated I could feel I'm getting ruff
This for every soul alot of shit is clipped
Pray to god cruising through my city feelin lit
Ain't gone lie really I don't wanna hold the grip
Wit all this anger it ain't taking shit for me to click
Cup full of pain blood rushing when I take a sip
Fought for my love ones beating niggas since I was a jit
Really been that nigga since a kid
I ain't feeling good till I get my mom a better crib
I don't get my flowers now I gotta speak
Started rap careers a lot of niggas rappin cause of me
Be for real so why I don't see trendy typa beats
When producers spamming up my email as we speak
I hate talking but this pain been hitting deep
How I'm feeling sober but my body feeling weak
When I'm tryna help ya think I'm tryna lead
I'm black hearted now they wanna put this on repeat
Don't feel appreciated I hold everybody down
Ya think I'm rich ya think I'm lit like look the fuck around
I'm still in the hood helping everybody now
Phone call phone ring still would send it now
Still ain't do a drug wit all this pain I don't know how
All I want is love, hope I'm getting understood
And for the record I don't even think I'm gonna heal
Lost my baby bro thought I was gone take him out the hood
Said lets hit the stu if you tryna do that then we could
Told em I would pay you my lil brother boy you good
Why you ain't hit me when you needed sumn when you knew you could
Damn this shit be hurting like a bitch
For a month emotions took me off the grid
Almost quit on music after all the shit I went and did
Fighting demons ain't the way I think I'm posed to live
Fill my pain is worth a Richard mille
Want my bank account to shit a quarter mill
Labels tryna get me shit is real
On the other side labels never offered you a deal
But you talkin like you me you gotta chill
Move the fuck around your rap career keep goin down a hill
We still makin money so I shouldn't feel the way I feel
Sobered up pain feel like I should be off a pill
Understand I been that nigga givin love
Fuck it in my feelings I won't cover it wit drugs
Deep down really I just really need a hug
Took a look around figured out a lot of shit a dub
Don't call my phone I swear to god don't throw a sub
If you really bro you know that I always show you love
And that will never change all the shit I do I do for us
But I feel a way heated I could feel I'm getting ruff
This for every soul alot of shit is clipped
Pray to god cruising through my city feelin lit
Ain't gone lie really I don't wanna hold the grip
Wit all this anger it ain't taking shit for me to click
Cup full of pain blood rushing when I take a sip
Fought for my love ones beating niggas since I was a jit
Really been that nigga since a kid
I ain't feeling good till I get my mom a better crib
I don't get my flowers now I gotta speak
Started rap careers a lot of niggas rappin cause of me
Be for real so why I don't see trendy typa beats
When producers spamming up my email as we speak
I hate talking but this pain been hitting deep
How I'm feeling sober but my body feeling weak
When I'm tryna help ya think I'm tryna lead
I'm black hearted now they wanna put this on repeat
Credits
Writer(s): Lavon Bates
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