i don't deal with pain well...

So I was having this talk with this girl you know

She be picking my brain about shit

She know I be doing the music shit but she was asking me for real for real like

Damn what you trying to be ****?

Im a broke boy No joke no wordplay

So I'm doing head shots for the low

Bed rock cause she hopeful they pay for a verse

Say fuck what a bird say

Few chirps still crows for the dead beats

Drive through get a hearse for the dark day

6 feet every bond with a dead beat

Treat a **** like minced meat chopped liver

Yeah I got **** Like I got ****

Pop pop for the hoes and the good times

Drive by for the lows and a life sentence

I'm a **** on 0 for the whole fight

Dough for a whole night

Stretched to a whole year

Stressed over goals like

Best come best we be next in a month

Worst case most die chasing spot lights

Lightspeed be hard to catch up to

My needs be making the jog light

My speech be cursed if I want like

Stop time on a dime get applause crowd start heading home ain't a damn minute lost I'm

Near godlike

Still fearful and wonder what god like

Pride high but I'm not blind

Mile high give a warped mind

Tip top of the world when she drop cause she all mine

All lies little **** all lies

Call time when it's love in her eyes cause I been down the road and I crashed hella times

Far cry from a man made of gold but the goal still close It's alive in my mind

Bars fly over head to the goal so I push how I feel to the front til I die

Smiling in they face

Living a facade no idea what to say

Everybody far who the closest in yo gang?

Keep it short thats why I'm saying

I don't deal with pain well

Bloody when his chain fell

Running **** pockets for my spot

I don't deal with pain well

Bloody when his chain fell

Running **** pockets for my spot

Peace to the gods that I killed way up

Most talk isn't cheap they just play hide and seek in the lines Gotta read to be safe

Love comes in a week just wait and you see

Slide out of pain seeking love from the streets

My pops knocked that outta me

Taught love hella young

How the fuck to receive?

Seen **** only semblance of hugs be a hand on a gun and a trigger to squeeze

And I'm talking bout ptsd

Who the fuck am I?

**** drowning I'm dreaming for oxygen

Now the sound when I speak is me popping them

Now the crown I needed is on top and the blood on my sleeve has been seeming more opulent

Who can see me? I dare you to talk to him