MIGHT, f*ckk em put ‘em on some X 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Imma walk into my fed hearing bumping this yelling SETT

Its the end of 2024 
and im still fucked up from Pain I felt from all those years before 
When I had locked myself away in my old room
Back on lakeshore 
When there’s was nothing I could do but hit the booth and press record 
Because I felt like all my peers had better lives but I was sure 
it wouldnt matter once
Blew up and  could bring my friends on tour 
Buy parents a new house give my brothers even more 
And tell Mariah that I made it and I’d have to
Thank for it 
cuz the songs I’d wrote about her would be Grammy wins for sure
So wrote and wrote until my pen didn’t have no ink no more 
Recorded song on song on song until my throat was fuckin sore ( pause)
It was 3 of us sleeping on that fuckin floor
With some roaches and some more shit
Steady dropping duds losing hope and tryna force it
Knowing if they just gave me chance I would torch shit
Slowing losing touch on everything that was important 
Inflating my own importance 
Steady getting ignored 
from my hometown 
Niggas book events and put on shows now 
And no one ever called me must not know how 
All my numbers killing all these niggas and my songs could rock a whole crowd 
The one you need is right under your nose 
And I admit i coulda did more to make sure that I was chose 
But even when I had reached out them niggas dubbed me my ego 
Just couldnt take that shit 
Watching niggas praise artist with 57 plays 
And shit 
Knowing damn well they don’t play that shit 
So I said fuck em why then fuck would even focus on local 
when my SoundCloud page going global 
Why yo name Sity double X when
Yo city barely know you and the ones
That do are never fucking vocal
Speedway really got yo ass depressed 
Man your nothing like the old you 
If it wasn’t for Jose it woulda broke you
Plus you really putting on some weight my nigga 
I can’t even hold you 
the stress eating start to show on you
It’s taking a toll on you 
Fast foward you done gained some rolls on you
Tre and Los starting to joke on you 
Ya mom is making slick comments 
She don’t know that shit got a hold on you
You notice ya confidence low don’t you 
You made alone for 6 months 
A year later and you still alone 
And you ain’t fix a single problem
You put in the song 
If anything it’s really only gotten worse 
If you ain’t know that boy I’m here to tell you first 
The music doing better and that’s cool
But nigga what about you 
You barely going outside 
You barely leaving your room
You fucked up your 9-5
you fucked up noxvita too
The girl you like the Chi
Is steady waiting on you
You left Mersaydees alone 
When all she needed was you 
She hit up Tre on the phone 
Just so she could speak to you 
And you dubbed it 
you weren’t even willing to discuss it
You know she got anxiety but still she found the courage to confront it 
All for her so called best friend 
to cut her off while she’s off deep end 
And you had the nerve to ask to  patch it up  and try to be friends
Will it ever fully  be the same it depends 
Gabby’s a good girl and she’s be dying to meet
Her winter shouldn’t be all alone 
she deserves more then just some fuckin text on the phone 
Either figure out your shit or just leave her alone 
She could tell from jump that you’re the type who rarely says what’s on your mind 
And puts in all in your music 
She learned that all from just one time of speaking too you 
The eyes of tragedy are seeing through you
And look at all affirmations that’s she’s speaks into you
Don’t fuck this up…

I’m not okay ( but I’ll be aight )

Robb Banks - Sensational

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