Note To Self

The world is so cold when you're not the hottest shit
Faking smiles in your face at least Judas gave a kiss
I get more love from my enemies they always on my six
But some dudes I knew from middle school, they always on my dick
They don't ever wish you well, they just try to take your wish
They on board to be your friend then turn around and sink the ship
They pray you die so they could cry and be like, "Damn, I knew the kid"
Walk with you like they're your dogs, I could never trust a bitch
But now I grew too big for niggas that I used to grow up with
When I tried to make more room, they tried to take me down a inch
Held my hand out tryna save some niggas more than Jesus did
But those same niggas crossed me then blamed me for their sin
If we were never on the same team, how could I ever switch
If we were never in the same league, how could you ever pitch
Same niggas wanna roll with you gone put you in a spliff
I be laughing to myself like, "It is what it is"
'Cause now I'm focused on myself, stacking money on my shelf
Working on my mental health, my trauma started leaving welts
Had to tighten up my circle, so I bought a Gucci belt
I been locked in with a few, I don't click with no one else
I haven't made a beat in months, my boy Nate be cooking up
Yeah we bouta sign a deal, I can't really say too much
808's gone wake you up, fuck that boy from 201
If you feel a type of way just know that I don't give a fuck
Made a buck and built a brick, kept the dice and held my dick
Working hard so I can hardly work when I turn 26
I've been on the road to riches I might catch a speeding ticket
I've been round a lot of women (yeah), but my girlfriend is the thickest
Gang moving like a unit, never lacking, always prudent
Got them things that'll make you think about the words you choosing
Step to close and I'ma use it, have you stuttering and pooping
If the white man doesn't kill you, you could die for being stupid
Are you scared of being gangster or afraid of being killed
'Cause you could be a real one and never have ya blood spilled
Lotta niggas actively perpetuate their own oppression
Maybe shoot a couple three's before you shoot a lethal weapon
Like I'm an average civilian but I move with evil villains
I don't get into that gangster shit but all my niggas killing
See a opp and all my niggas are ready, able, and willing
I be joking in my music but they do that for a living
Lotta niggas beg and plead, they lucky that I'm forgiving
On their knees, saying sorry, they lucky I got religion
There's some niggas walking round when I should've had 'em limping
There's some niggas in the ground, I can't always be a Christian

(Okay, Langston)
You fucking with it
(This shit is dumb as fuck, hold on, hold the fuck on, okay)
Aye, aye, preciate you bro
I'm not even done though
I'm bouta hop back in, watch this

Yeah
Driving down 280 I'm just cruising with my lady
We just chilling in a Range, listening to Marvin Gaye
Thought-provoking melodies I heard when I was six
Used to sing along to Tony! Toni! Toné! as a kid
I grew up on Mike Jack, James Brown, Cheryl Lynn
Lane switch, on the turnpike, headed for the bridge
The music and the drive always makes me reminisce
Takes me back to middle school when everything was bliss
But now I'm stressing out 'cause 21 is getting closer
And I haven't dropped an album yet, I might become a solider
Or became cashier register from 9 to 5 o'clock
But I don't wanna punch a clock and be a failure to my pops
So I gotta get this money, gotta hustle to the top
By any means, sorry if I'm mean, psych you really thought
No apologies, Apollo please, I'm the son of the God
There's no need to second-guess a triple threat, I'm not a fraud
I can't speak for others though
Rappers claim they write music while they talking to a ghost
And I mean literally for sure
Motherfuckers just for show, and if they try to be authentic
Then they turn into a clone or get forced to play in the snow
Tranny allegations knocking at your doorstep
Kids playing clown music, wife is sleeping with ya friends
Now the whole world is against you
The guys you used to creep with are now tryna sneak past you
Like rent was past due
You open up your heart to the ones that were closest
But in reality they're the ones that made you close it
You keep your friends close and your foes even closer
But if your friends are faux it's really hard to keep composure