Bad In It

I ain't gon lie like I ain't got addictions
Go two weeks then I start missin
Cut off myself I put restrictions
Withdrawals hit when they get wicked
My head up but still I fall
Cut off my hands cause I keep sinnin
Peep the double C's on my belt Ferragamo this ain't crippin

My bro tell me ima be a star
Said keep pushin like no witness
Mama barely fit her shoes & all
Shit I guess that's independent
I was told I was a shootin star
When I'm rich I'll see the dentist
Spray these niggas like they sick I swear I keep the disinfectant

Now you know I ain't gon fall, if I do it was my fault
Grandma told me keep my circle small bein real was her default
Bought my grandpa that new plain Jane, replaced his Disney watch
Like a binary trigger make me mad I'm gon pop off yuh
Penitentiary chances
BOA & scammers
Being broke will make you do some things
Remember I was a trapper
Fucked around I'm fully locked
Thought I wasn't but I'm hot
Cedric knew I would take off I get the bag like Migos dropped yuh
Knew I was gon rap so I was never wit the Fafsa
Pull up like I'm Johnny wit no wicks I ain't from Tampa
Could've been gone but I'm not I was goin missin
So I talk to the lord like a spirit visit
How the hell did her kids we all came out so bad
& my brother he walk around so illicit
762's, 556, 45's & the 9's just to match wit it
Lil buddy got knocked & his head popped off
Guess his bulletproof post was the last of this
Thank God Reese he ain't die but homie sees the other side
Cause he got hit like Reese got hit but he ain't fuckin breathing

I don't be talking too much I'm a silent nigga
I'm front Texas but I'm bout my city bigger
I was goin thru it & I needed your help
Like a queen in her chair you was chillin in it
I was screamin to you I was clearly in pain
How the fuck you say that you aint hear shit?
I got plenty bottles Henny, Cuervo, just so I won't feel shit

I ain't gon lie like I ain't got addictions
Go two weeks then I start missin
Cut off myself I put restrictions
Withdrawals hit when they get wicked
My head up but still I fall
Cut off my hands cause I keep sinnin
Peep the double C's on my belt Ferragamo this ain't crippin