Basket Case Rittz

[Verse 1: Rittz]
Self, self-pity, self-self pity
Why the fuck is everybody else giddy?
I woke up and felt shitty
Matter fact I felt the same all week
Let down like my last album on the shelf sitting
And I think I might need help getting out of bed
Cause I'm here and I keep spinning out of thread
I'm my own worst critic and I gotta write a album
But I keep hating on myself, it's like I get obsessed
Cause I hate what I write, say something tight
I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna like
I don't got a lot of fans, I'm afraid that I might
Let 'em down if what I make don't relate to them right
If it don't, then they ain't gonna buy my record
And if my second doesn't sell better than the last
I'mma owe the record label cash
So it's hard to relax and write raps
I be losing concentration sometimes
I look at what they saying online
Somebody unfollowed me and call me out cause I ain't respond
I'm behind on my deadline and I got a home life
To juggle ain't no free-time
My manager clowning, "what you write another deep song?
What is it this time, your lady, your struggle trying to be some{thing}?"
Not in the mood to write a weed song
I take the beat and give myself a mental beat-down when I rap