Wrong with Me

I used to be a piece of sht Yeah That’s legit I used to rob people Just cause I was feeling hungry An people found it funny That’s my next target I hope that you ain’t doggin I can hear you fggts talking But I’m nowhere fucking near it The bs yeah I hear it I’m out here an I’m walking To break into apartments To raid their fckn fridge I’ve had enough of this Time to step it up My girl she got a couple kids I gotta go provide em Not thinking about myself When I do this music I don’t think about my wealth It’s an escape It’s All I can afFORD No Maserati I’m glad that I’m not famous Cause I’d shoot some paparazzi there’s nothing that’s as lame as Using excuses Everytime an it’s the same as I’m far from who I used to be A fckn clown Waking round the town With my stomach rumbling I heard they got a McDouble, an I’m tryna snatch it Anything to put food inside my mouth Let’s talk about the drugs An How they had me fckd up Not a care in the world I feel I’m outta fckn luck Got hit w a dump truck But You fggts in a Prius If only you could see this Telling cnts to shut up But homie what up? I’m clean an I’m breathing I tough it out I’m a heathen I’ll cut your throat hear you wheezing I did it right for a reason It’s time, it’s the season I get emotional at times It’s cause of my demons I write out a rhyme An Yeah it’s audibly pleasing I’m fckng sick, an tired Feels like my neck You btches squeezing