[Intro: Mecca]
Tired of these rappers tryna make it cool to be bitch n***a

[Chorus: Mecca]
I sent you a message
Reloading my chats
Yeah it’s getting obsessive
I don't wanna eat
I just want your attention
I see you're online
Makes want to just pick up the Wesson
Makes me feel like I just wanna end it
If I end it now, will I wake up in Heaven


[Verse 1: Mecca]
Hold on hold on
Bring that shit back
My life is harder, just tryna be black
You ain't got PROBLEMS like yo ass is 6lack
I don’t pamper my fro
Embracing my curls when It’s nappy
Fakeness, It’s all over your faces like acne
Mixin’ the xans with Champaign to feel classy
Just put drugs in the hook so It’s catchy
Cos you got money it don’t make you happy
Say what you want about me, I don’t give a fuck
Audemars, Patek to hide all the cuts
Yes, I’m an addict, you’re so quick to Judge
But ain't been through shit in ya life

[Verse 2: Mecca]
2011, I was eight years old
Saw my dead uncle on the side of the road
Pumped up with bullets from head to his toe
Streets took my brother, yeah, two in a row
So, I tatted his name on my neck
And he’s the reason that I keep a Tec
End that shit there
It’s easy to complain
But life isn’t fair
We walk to the trains, you ride home in mercedes
Women have to worry bout getting home safely
Single mothers get raped, now she left with a baby
Traumatized, that day left the girl shakey
Bitch we deal with this shit on the daily
But here you are complaining?

[Verse 3: Mecca]
[To be completed]