Talking To Strangers

Everybody wasn't for me I heard you talking to strangers you know
this is like
my version of that like it sounds cliche everybody be like yo this is my therapy is the only way I reflect you know

Yo my first car was 5 hundred dollars bitches used to laugh
Remember breaking down the central and them bitch called a cab
Sleeping in Woodrow Wilson had my bed on the floor
Bagging up bananas Paula banging on the door
I had pressure from my mother to get a job and leave Squid
She don't know I got smoked my live is like a like live squid
Got a gig in Harlington feels like 7 bus an hour
Mop the floor and washing dishes feeling ridiculous
No we not good track but I'm trying to make my mother happy
I had to bring my blick to work because like half the city was at me
18 out of school shit I'm still dealing with acne
Speed chase with state police which crashed and went in front of Cathy's
Airbags deployed guns pointed at a cranium
Threw mine they never found it another blessing counted
I'm too deep up in this shit now it's hard to get around it
They gave my best friends life I'm in the courtroom astounded
Thinking damn bro the system too my motherfucking friends bro
Smoking out and sippin on this Hen bro
Somehow I knew this wouldn't be my end tho no

Yo let that run John you know at that point I had to
Figure out this rap shit if I was gonna pursue it or not

Death is callin jail was textin bail's a blessing
Murphy took my traffic charge into possession
Under questions told em speak to my attorney
Rap shit started started moving it had been a long journey
I got bullet back with scars on my body just to remind me
I watch Power and I was overwhelmingly relate to Tommy
Gotta keep something beside me because I don't agree with Gandhi
Oh I'm guard at all times because they they say death is untimely
So I'm in the moment trying to own this the world turns
Mourning losses try to crosses it by my sideburns
I'm inked up put them drinks up and let em clink up play
Sliding though Charlestown where they known for hitting Brinks trucks
Ess got a bow for road we hit the Colombia
Sofer doing the run they caught him he couldn't run enough
Browdy on purse get off they fuck his stomach up
And I'm still writing music to relate to everyone of us

Yea you see I swear I fuck the summer up
Don't stop it bro keep it running
I got mo

That groupie wasn't for me I hated talking to strangers
Had me in a special school for problems with my anger
My fanbase know the vibes and we all rep-sped
A rapper just bit my shit is better left unsaid
Cuz I'm movin forward taking pain like I'm immune to torture touch
The truest author I make music for the youth to foster
Can't to many people rap like this skip imaginary shit and spit facts like this
I still struggle with depression wrestle with anxiety
Play tackle with paranoia while I argue with sobriety
Devil on my back like why the fuck you keep on trying me
Met some of my favorite rappers and realize they all lied to me it's crazy
They bagged Treyway for goin brazy
Shotti was trying to help me I hope the verdict is not guilty
It's time I sit that 1942 until it melt me
Then starred up at the stars and play the cards that life dealt me hey
The beat aiight
Seem to be on my mind you know
Aiight can I hear that from the top