Downfall

I come from the area where speaking on real shit get your bills quick,

Got a couple homies living sick and getting killed slick,

Real shit! - never worried bout a dollar bill shit,

But I always worry how my mom and poppa feel shit,

Cause I ain’t like them other kids wasn’t bred different,

It’s just the matter of fact that I get my bread different,

Joseph is dead red dotted got my head different,

Both because I’m a ginger and cause my head’s vision,

Too emotional sometimes I just cry until my nose bleed,

Wish that you would hold me to cope but you,

Only - use me when you lonely - bitch you is a phony,

Do not fucking phone me like we comfortable,

Fucking disrupting my slumber I got some chicks on my shoulder,

Which got me chips on my shoulder because these bitches ain’t older,

But they be playing like adults and I just wish that I showed her,

I Fucking wish I had known her before she made me a donor,

Heart stolen still got the receipt,

Scrolling through texts like “why is she talking to me?”,

I remember my first girl cheated on me then walked with a G,

Then a few months of her stalking on me,

Rinse - dirty your hands and repeat,

Putting man’s on the beat But they ain’t never standing with me,

And they ain’t never understanding the mentality,

Which adds more reason for me not understanding why they gon’ battle me,

Snakes slithered from the grass to the killer streets,

Into the schools and even with me on a Dilla beat,

I was told it’s either kill or be killed - ain’t no killa in me,

But I ain’t wanna die so we still enemies,

Gripping the steel leaving you still when we meet,

I know people who either pop for a meal,

Or they plotting a deal - go home and pop a pill just to sleep,

Or they flaunting they bills - but taking off they grills when they eat,

Fake kids who finna fake shit until they famous,

Ain’t benefiting the place - just stuffing faces,

With all of this cake - Getting bitches with some cakes in arrangements,

Inhaling cocaine shit is dangerous,

I ain’t never been the party type - that and I just never got invited,

If I did I’d be delighted,

Matter fact I’d be excited - evidence of solitude,

But when they ask if I’m ok I say “I’m solid dude”,

I ain’t never optimistic got no confidence,

It prolly be the opposite of positive was prominent,

Which makes it obvious to why I gotta be dominant,

Gotta be hollering gotta get a dollar for compliments,

We both know this isn’t typical Joe shit,

Dissing it but make yourself look like a hypocrite bogus,

Listen and focus - cause most the time I ain’t around y’all,

So y’all can be whatever you want - but not my downfall,