Bipolar

Yeah
Shoutout my nigga Trey, you know what I’m saying
You know what I’m saying, it’s a beautiful feeling
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know what I’m saying, you got a responsibility, you take care of that
responsibility you feel me
, you cooked this
Oh, oh
Sometimes I wanna ride this S600 'til the sunset
Devil on my mind, I keep on praying I can’t go yet
with the crowd I stood ten toes, I held my own shit
Fuck the family got hands out like I owe 'em shit
Talked to Tyrell yesterday, he was kinda mad
He had felt like I disrespect, 'cause I ain’t call him dad
Like what the fuck you do for me, don’t wanna call you dad
I don’t give a fuck, h was in my face, I’ll probably kill his ass
I gotta keep it to a minimum, my, daughter nevr been with him
So, if this nigga gone, how’d she gon' remember him
You coulda been a father, pops or dad, that word a synonym
Don’t tell me 'bout no dark places my nigga, 'cause I’ve been in them
You can’t try to tell me about that mixed feelings, I been in them
You can’t try to tell me 'bout no trenches 'cause we still in them
You can’t try to tell me 'bout no trenches 'cause we still in them