Fake Smile Rittz

Verse 1:
Y'all don't know shit
Y'all just go off what you see in IG
And be pressing the keypad
I don't let em see half of my real life
Almost seen death, clean, fresh out of rehab
Phone don't work, can't take calls
Still got some anxiety I can't shake off
But I can't take bars
Last two years I've been living off of credit
They suspended on my Amex card
Want to wallow in a bottle and a Kleenex box
Pillow case stained with dried up tears
Some of the fans understand
Others can't, listening wondering how'd I wind up here
Like I made a living trying to fuck up my career
I don't think I've ever been this angry
Stint with the record label ended strangely
Cause our friendship was short but was business mainly
In suspension dangling like a dead deer bleeding out
Suicide attempt in anguish but I failed to jump
The happy drunk guy that I was died
Follow me you'll probably see me self destruct
With my explosive temper burning hotter than a pot of molten amber
Told my closest friends that I'ma kill them too but I don't remember
Now my wife gotta fight lymphoma cancer, goddamn!