I don't know.
Big guns, big guns, but you got
slap slap and pop back at the
gang this and you gang that
don't let them know that you
regret how you became that a
good kid find home mom and dad
and a pig a little middle class
money every Christmas legit
family trips Ivy Bound one day
hit a switch you ain't want to
be seen as a bitch cause and
none of them face tats gonna hide
the fact that you sad bro you
ain't a thug you was a drama
club you's an actor but now
cause getting validation from
the dumb and confused now you
face a 5 out of 10 cause you
had something to prove let's
talk about it
you
preach a man preach a man
preach you make these folks
think you got something to teach
like you ain't lying big bang
from them collections but what
you buying ain't too fond of
them gays you don't deny it
wait since a kid you knew
something was up had you
thinking God will hate you so
you covered it up gotta hide
how you live what you really
enjoy so got a wife got a kid
but you be fucking them boys
sick of all the shame sick of
all the pain that's within
scared of being seen hiding
rebuking a sin trade it all to
be free and shine bright like
the sun put you back on that
religion shit as soon as you
come let's talk about it
big -ass house that's on the
hill big -ass wheels in the
garage three cute kids that's
in your arms your husband just
made another meal you want your
wife back in the massage tired
of being at home personality
gone body ain't been the same
postpartum is long your identity
gone mama your first name your
last one got chained they dream
about chin that's what you crave
flying alone man you will start
all over if we keeping it real
current life is full but you
ain't feeling fulfilled
fantasize about the dream you
left on the shelf can't even get
a long time to think of killing
yourself let's talk about it
take a mess
keep that shit 100 with you
with self you don't have to put
on no costume you don't ever
have to lie to kick it yeah to
won't stay hard pain in your
chest hair falling out won't
blame it on the stress claim it's
new partners blame it on your ex
chest claim it's reflex try to
blame it on the cook look boy
keep running you'll be cramping
in your foot nervous then you
know this ain't no service on the
hook paranoid since 19 nervous
system shook better sit the fuck
down or that skull getting took
that's 10 million dollars
invested no just to find that
trying to set him with ass clothes
nobody buying that sentiment is
right but your audience isn't
racked enough that shit is a
n***a go ahead and pack it up and
put it in the trunk you talk a lot
of shit to not even be number one
your beats ain't place in them
songs ain't slapping your rap sing
ranking your stage presence don't
even be in a conversation go home
you ain't gotta hop from the truth
to your family why you such a
recluse to your spirit why you
feeling it's a wrap in the booth
dog how dare you try to ruin her
marriage claim you never wore a
mask and how you don't get
embarrassed but you selfish as fuck
that's really why you scared of
being a parent what that therapy
needed I dated a secret but I lose
a bet your respect won't get given
till we posting your death it's
clear you wish you got your flower
scent you eat and fertilize it a
balance shit now go and stand in the
Sun and use them fake tears to
water your roots take that mask off
and tell him the truth let's talk
about it
