emotional feelings

Aye look like I’m a spoiled child sometimes my mother recover me from the streets buddy dropped the beat than I started to pull out the heat these girls cheat but when we make it up I’m like lil baby four pockets full nigga get mean like bull we don’t have to be cruel don’t be a full my ex text and call want to get back well sorry I’m making fat stacks some times I think about suicide but I don’t won’t to die mama be frying chicken like look I’m a spoiled child sometimes my mother recover me from the streets buddy dropped the beat yaaaaaaa I’m not gone take this to far like sometimes my heart sore like sometimes I be counting dimes like sometimes yaaa I be hell like look sometimes I’m a spoiled child sometimes my mother recover me from the streets buddy dropped beat granny gave me the recipe like clout what girls want my head be tripping me I go blind when I’m in my feelings life is colorful it make yo eye shine yaaaaaaaaaaaaaa now I just can say bye