Crisis

4 times for anybody who doubted me
5 times to my father who abandoning me
6 times for the people like me with PTSD and anxiety
You are not alone
When my voice hit the beat
It’s a crisis (whoa)
Peaceful in my heart
But the drama bout to start
Keep a (gun noise) —— nah nah nah …
Punch line for the lunch line
Rappers standing in
I’m the nicest (try me)
They talkin' like i pay attention (naw)
Gettin' paid to walk in
You pay general admission (whoa)
We are not the same (naw)
I’m different
Used to pitch rock on the mound
Like Clemmons (whoo)
Fuck around if you bout it
We can get it (whoo)
Keyboard warriors all get deleted (whoa)
Y’all ain’t bout shit
Keep ya fake hand shakes & mix tapes I don’t need it
Noah how you doing
Been a minute
Father of the year
You didn’t get it
Didn’t pitch a ball or go fishing
Teacher asked where yo dad at?
Told em you went missing
Tell em how you deserting me
Grandma took care of me
Ran from 5−0
Gun shots & security
Beat my moms physically
Best gift you’ve given me
Showed me what not to be
The proud father that you couldn’t be
Pal bearer at the funeral isn’t me
Dead the past with my last verse
Curse rollin' by in a hearse
Skirt skirt
Rest In Peace
I don’t wanna talk
Put the phone down
You don’t want these hands boy
Calm down
You had the spotlight
Til I came round
Played the background
When It dimmed down
Boy How you feel now?
I’ma have security
Walk you out now
Let the door hit you on the way out
We ain’t fam
That word played out
You Said I’d never be shit
Well I’m it now
1 time for em praying on my downfall (aye)
2 times for the homies on the badger squad (aye)
3 times for the every job that I got
Getting fired on the spot cause I spit raw
Fuck y’all
4 times for the nights that were all bad
5 times for labels who ain’t call back
6 times for the kids like me with PTSD and anxiety. (This the get back)