Youngin this to: Malik be proud or be vile..youngin The feeling so dead to you But when u passionate It's the feeling to never lose Balancing chemicals out my brethrens food Cycle break-in in ya breakthrough How naive, part of me hated you Or just how you paid it in full Told Malik no don't go He was like this what it means in them smoking mirrors With my own eyes, I was seeing this motion picture But the plot thickens over filters Had alot of thinking over liquor Drinking away pain, theyll never understand the coldest winters Bundle up in fear, hope the Lord is with ya Tommy tuck'em I don't hold it against ya Speak death in existence, and she'll know its victim A tongue so powerful that it sign u over potent scriptures Bad therapy and voicing opinions Married to a game that owe me millions Ran away from the blame-my year in London Nothing ever the same, the will to lunching Market my comfort, know I hustle With all this top tier buzz Alot of fear snuffed with alot of drugs Alot of loss, alot of love Alot of hurt, alot of who I thought I was Real shit