Introspection

Tryna love myself in world that hates me
I’m just tryna find some freedom in this world that awaits me
Yo
It’s the young Damez, know its been a long time
My life been kinda fucked up and lit at the same time
But all this shit sound the same
Just seconds into the track I’m like «nah, send it back»
It’s like the game caught a flat
And I’m the fucking spare that you cautiously rode on
I’m hotter than that time yo dumbass left the stove on
I’m on a fucking roll, I still got pain in my soul
I’m bout to turn it up a notch, I think my watch got snowed on
I’m at the Coliseum blowing kush like it’s legal
While this 808 pierce through your vein like a needle
I was sad at first but now I’m just lethal
Kill Bill, I’m the assassin and this is my sequel
My oldest brother free they finally let em out the pin
He back to doing things he said he’d never do again
His wife was messing 'round while he was locked with chains out
He called me strapped talking bout blowing her brains out
I mean how you gone explain it to my niece and nephew?
How you gone even look at em, I mean if they let you?
When them lights go out them dark thoughts can get you
Sometimes you need to find yourself when them drugs can’t help you
The shit get real when them drugs can’t help you (for real)
And when you’re trying to find yourself chasing love won’t let you
Yo, these haters make my head hurt
Man I think I need some Tylenol
Racist, homophobic
You should probably turn my album off
Intricate just like a sculpture, I’m a fucking vulture
I’m dressed in all black infatuated with my culture
Nigga I’m the fucking illest and I’m 'bout to prove it
Sanity done came up missing I guess life done removed it
Got this phoenix in my body I just hope I don’t lose it
Got a Benz in the driveway so I might as well cruise it
This is the introspection
Like, how do I know what’s… what’s right and what’s wrong?
These niggas creeping like rapists
They hate me but they still gone play this
Young Damier still on yo playlist
All black on me but I ain’t racist, unh
I’m infinitely great
The visions I create
Are sure to keep yo ass awake
When it get dark and it get late
I’m moving like a freight
I’m dropping off the weight
I’m clearing up my fucking plate
'Cause I got greatness in my fate
That’s why I’m tattin' up my arm
I’m feinin' for expression
I got so much built up it’s like I’m reeking of depression
I’m counting up my blessings
Got trees in my possession
Smoking weed is my profession
Give a fuck 'bout yo impression
I’m a real nigga, unh
I roll with trill niggas, unh
Money isn’t everything but um… hmph
But you better get you some
I’m intricate just like a sculpture, I’m a fucking vulture
I’m dressed in all black infatuated with my culture
Man they hate us 'cause our joy is an act of resistance
I always been the shit and I ain’t need no assistance
I’m just a real nigga
I’m still with trill niggas, nigga
(Oooooooooooh)
These niggas don’t know art, dog
They too busy worried 'bout the charts, dog
I’m 'bout the fuck shit so don’t start, dog
Think twice, I’m precise like a dart, dog