[Verse 1]
Grew up bangin' broad day
Nothing was easy, learned the hard way
My heart been stuck up in a dark place
Mama taught me right, I went the wrong way
Did so much dirt, sometimes, I can't look at my own face
I get in my feelings when I think about my past
My best friend's son never got to see his dad
I'ma be there for his mama even though sometimes we clash
Got two parents, missin' one, and one day, he gon' know the math (Huh)
Hollow tips bustin' out the mag' (Okay)
I'm scarred for life, I done seen plenty body bags (Hold on)
Had to slow down, but I'm still runnin' from my past (Okay)
Said, "I'm alright," but I just really need a laugh (Damn)
I might block you out even though I'm really feelin' you
I know how it feel when the person you love ain't really into you
I woke to depressed, forgive me if I had offended you
The blogs done hurt my feelings, I don't wanna do no interviews (Wanna do no interviews)
[Chorus]
Keep a poker face, so, they can't see I'm really mad
I know it's hard to tell, but, baby, yes, I'm sad
[Verse 2]
Tryna hold my anger like a lead
When I get mad, I wanna split a nigga wig
Play with my name, they just know how I really get
Say what you want, but you best not bring up my kid
My dawg in jail, he was clutchin' on a metal
I send him money, tryna make him feel better
Sippin' on lean, tryna keep my mind mellow
Antisocial, I might not even tell you, "Hello"
Grew up bangin' broad day
Nothing was easy, learned the hard way
My heart been stuck up in a dark place
Mama taught me right, I went the wrong way
Did so much dirt, sometimes, I can't look at my own face
I get in my feelings when I think about my past
My best friend's son never got to see his dad
I'ma be there for his mama even though sometimes we clash
Got two parents, missin' one, and one day, he gon' know the math (Huh)
Hollow tips bustin' out the mag' (Okay)
I'm scarred for life, I done seen plenty body bags (Hold on)
Had to slow down, but I'm still runnin' from my past (Okay)
Said, "I'm alright," but I just really need a laugh (Damn)
I might block you out even though I'm really feelin' you
I know how it feel when the person you love ain't really into you
I woke to depressed, forgive me if I had offended you
The blogs done hurt my feelings, I don't wanna do no interviews (Wanna do no interviews)
[Chorus]
Keep a poker face, so, they can't see I'm really mad
I know it's hard to tell, but, baby, yes, I'm sad
[Verse 2]
Tryna hold my anger like a lead
When I get mad, I wanna split a nigga wig
Play with my name, they just know how I really get
Say what you want, but you best not bring up my kid
My dawg in jail, he was clutchin' on a metal
I send him money, tryna make him feel better
Sippin' on lean, tryna keep my mind mellow
Antisocial, I might not even tell you, "Hello"
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