[Verse 1]
That n***a eatin', why he don't hand us a plate?
How he sign a deal and ain't make sure his family straight?
How come he don't come around?
Why he don't pick up the phone?
Why the fuck he act like he did all this shit on his own?
Why he don't let nobody visit his home? Why he so distant?
How I knew the moment he blew, he would switch up in an instant?
Why I ain't seen his daughters since they was infants?
How he not gon' give his mommanem a whip but spent a grip on a pendant?
They should be offended, I knew he was selfish to begin with
I'm long winded, so this how I'ma end it
That's his money, I ain't gon' tell that n***a how to spend it
But give me back my two cents I'm lendin', family

[Verse 2]
Man, that n***a must think he too good to sit around and hang
I done knew his ass since middle school, now this n***a found some fame
I always knew shit was bound to change
I would've walked the n***a down for gang
Used to call him my dawg, but now that shit don't sound the same
We used to hit the mall and pull hoes
Any n***a that stepped, he got bulldozed
Coppin' ounces, swappin' out our school clothes
That fool know, but now I guess he 'posed to be the man
I be goddamned if I ever approach him as a fan
So I don't comment or like the shit he be postin' on the Gram
Like he been to focused on the plan with hopes he can expand
Bitch, I got money too, I'm boomin' off of dope, coke, and Xan's
Oh shit, what up, GRIP?
I was just tellin' 'em how close to you I am, friends
[Verse 3]
Yeah, the whole world got me fucked up
So I'ma tell 'em what's what
Got enough bucks from my car not to put-put
But not enough to escape the surroundings that they found me in
And n***as round here ain't too fond of n***as that's bound to win
Paranoia, times ten, this shit's deep
They catch me slippin', I be six feet
Countin' big sheep, while mom and kids weep
Fixate home invasions, .40 cal' by the mattress
The only time I feel safe when I'm surrounded by ratchets
Still drownin' in habits, tryna balance my axis
Owe tens of thousands in taxes, but got a smile for the masses
And family members that question my logic
Feel like I owe 'em a percentage of these checks I deposit
Ain't give a fuck when I had the studio set up on a desk in a closet
Straight from Ikea, layin' down ideas
They ain't know this shit been bubblin' for like five years
Had to thug it, we was strugglin', I done cried tears
If Ruth was here, she'll be like, "Dry your eyes, dear"
I defied fears, I can't confide in my peers
When somethin' grindin' my gears and need advice
Maybe shed some insight into my career
'Cause my n***as can't relate
Any convo we have about rap is a damn debate
And the ones who do act like you gon' take the food off they plate
Play it cool in yo face and put they number in your phone
Shoot 'em a text, they never respond, I should've known
But fuck it, n***as is grown so I'm tuggin' it on my own
Got like a million thoughts that I'm jugglin' in my dome
And that spills into my everyday life
Busy and bothered, unfit father, uncanny candidate for a wife
Overly focused on positions that I need to be in
Not taking heed of my wins, an absentee to my friends
Social media want me to pretend, but I ain't fakin' the funk
I wrote this shit while I was takin' a dump, Kyle