Hard to Breathe

People just don’t understand. Think music is an easy career plan. I’ve seen too much pain. I just wish I could erase. But the damage was already dealt. Like an alcoholic dad beating his kids with a belt. Because half of y’all don’t even acknowledge artists. Call them garbage. Until their life had departed. Then you feel bad and give them millions of plays. Saying their music helps you everyday. Where was that loyal fanship when they were alive. Oh, yeah right! You werе bumping people who don’t desеrve the spotlight

Just let them Rest In Peace. They will live forever with their harmonies. If you didn’t care when I was living. When I die, Don’t start to catch bad feelings. Because I don’t want you to mourn for me. Cuz when you fake cry, It’s Hard to Breathe

It just doesn’t make sense. Y’all wanna only love my music because I’m dead. You think loving my rhymes now, will soften up your guilty conscience. That’s fucking nonsense. Read Tomas Paine’s pamphlet on common sense. Sick of all the lies. Couldn’t tell the fucking truth to save your fucking life. If y’all would’ve known my pain and strive. How hard I used to grind. Y’all didn’t give a shit about my drive. All of a sudden I die. Up go my plays on Spotify. Then go from 12k to almost a billion. I just hit all you bitches and bastards in your feelings. Put some respect on my name. Do it today. And don’t fucking wait until my name. Is carved in granite on top of my grave

Just let them Rest In Peace. They will live forever with their harmonies. If you didn’t care when I was living. When I die, Don’t start to catch bad feelings. Because I don’t want you to mourn for me. Cuz when you fake cry, It’s Hard to Breathe