My own problems

If you don’t fuck wit me why even talk to me I dont understand people but as a young nit my dad said don’t trust nobody in these streets people playing me like it’s for keeps in the struggles can’t even afford to eat Trying to make it out by spending hours. Looking for a beat Why do you have to cheat me If you don’t mess wit me why even text me people really changing me I got mixed personalities People trying to play me dirty Like, is you mad at me You lying you weren’t even busy Lock my door, go in my room smoke till my head is dizzy Promise, my mama id quit Same thing she tell me about she would stop smoking cigarettes So many lost Homies so many empty caskets Chasing them boys around Trying to get a get back In the trap my brother told me I got a watch for my back and blow that strap And remember to wrap the handle. So many funerals, so many lit candles out selling samples the devil can’t get me So he gives me bad timing I’m. Trying to climb a sharp wall to make a living in a little bit of money by making rhymes baby girl I hope you know I miss you all the time