Grind and hustle

Voice low) Yeah... They see the money, they don't see the mind. They see the cars, they don't see the scars. It’s loud in my head, man. ADHD got my thoughts in a race Anxiety hitting, I’m losing my pace PTSD, yeah, I’m stuck in that place While they smile big on there face, then they leave without trace I’m fixing the whips, but I can’t fix my soul Trust is a ghost, and I’m losing control Surrounded by many, but feeling so lone Building an empire, but I’m on my own. My brain is a static, it’s hard to stay focused Dealing with demons, they don’t think I notice Depression is heavy, it’s weighing a ton I’m out here providing, but I’m never done I look at my circle, and who can I trust? The love turned to ashes, the gold turned to rust That "best friend" was talking, the ex had a plan Nobody stood up and acted like man I’m under the chassis, I’m draining the oil Trying to wash off this internal soil The panic is rising, it’s gripping my chest I give 'em my all, but they leave me the rest. Yeah... just me and these tools. At least the engines don't lie to me. Getting large... but the weight is different.