it's ok, not to be okay.

Nowadays, I got so many records I ain’t finished
My mama tellin' people I ain’t witness what I witness
You don’t know me, I been with my homies
I don’t fuck with bitches
Bitches hit me up whenever they get lonely
I just graduated, graduation was in May
And I just checked my account, I had fifteen in the bank
Fifteen dollars to my name now
These women tryna go on dates now
How the fuck am I supposed to pay?
I think I might need a raise but I don’t got a job
Fuck a nine to five, I remember times in the basement
People used to tell me I would prolly never make it
Now they see the buzz and tell me, «Boy, you goin' places»
It doesn’t make sense, I’m in the matrix
My music sound professional but I haven’t got paid yet
Red and blue sirens got me dealing with the feds and
I remember summers sleeping three in the bed
Now, all-all I see is numbers, I can sleep when I’m dead
And I’m still fightin' allegations from some shit I never said
You see, I was in my worst depression, hit I grab the noose
And I almost gave in in my mama’s living room, like
Yo
Now let me switch the flow (Let me switch the flow)
They never understood, will never understand why I always wrote (Why I always
wrote)
When my homie died, I won’t even lie, I was tryna go (I was tryna go)
I was tryna go with him
Smoke a Black & Mild in a 55 goin' 65, cruisin' on the road with him
And I was never happy, only been happy when I’m rappin'
Fans always seem happy when I’m snappin'
Talk about no food inside the cabinet
Only want chips so I can stack it
And my fam say I got a fuckin' accent
Yo, times when you suffer make you tougher
Whatchu know about this fuckin' hunger?
I ain’t talkin' 'bout an empty stomach
You can hear it in my voice, I want it
Even when I wanted, I ain’t wanted
Tweets I tweeted should’ve been a warning
People in my DM, I avoid it
Suicidal thoughts since I was eight
Always thought these things would go away
Had to realize all this shit ain’t nothin'