Niggas think its sad I don't love enough

Heart still cold from the hoes that that just want a cut

Niggas wanna probe why i don't just give a fuck

Only lord knows all the shit I got to bubble up

Mind be split in all directions

A note by the bed is all I really left em

Thinking with my head a doped out erection

I think my soul is dead need a fuckin resurrection

Now all my life ive been a coward

All my life I been huntin for all this power

All my life I been trying tah speak louder 

If a nigga can't leap then its meek to keep doubting

If my jack don't play

I get the candle stick-

And handle it

My account chang ching its speaking mandarin
 
Im rambling

Im betting gainst my self 

Cuz when I get this wealth

Bet I question how the hell to keep gambling

Im can't quit 

Im outside

Come here little shawdy let me take you for a ride

I've done slip

Past the time

That money go quick when I splurge it on a dime

Slit my wrist on psilocybin

Fuck this plane I exist 

Cuz It ain't vibin

All these tears from shit I end up wiping

Gun to my head rather dead then keep writing


Bubble Up

$HINY FRESCO