I've always had a problem with self hate

I hate myself not having the wealth

Not having the melanin, I'm not pure enough?

Am I watered down?

It's a question I've been struggling with

But I feel guilty bringing up the shit

They always telling me I'm privileged

But I'm just like you

And you just like me

Them crackers don't like me either

They don't fuck with me!

A nigga, is a nigga

A nigga, is a nigga

A nigga is a muhfuckin' nigga

They don't want me in no corporate office, shaking up they shit

They don't want me getting salary or good benefits

They don't want me getting loans, but I'm getting 'em anyways

They don't want me having, stock they don't want me having options

& maybe that's why I be going hard on a bitch

& when I finally get it, I can't help but flaunt it

I did hard drugs, I went the hardest

All these grams I sold, like fuck an audit

All these rules I broke, I should take caution

I'm blessed I ain't in no cell or in a coffin

I shouldn't even be here

I'm a skip the details

I'm a skip that meeting, that could've been and email

Can you follow the code when you facing these years?

It's always a chance that the fuck shit prevails, nigga

I had to change my perspective to be a winner

And even then, I feel like maybe I might slip up

OD on fentanyl

OD on.. whatever

Go raw, I might catch something I can't get rid of

Lose the girl of my dreams to another nigga

Or better yet fail as a father figure

Fear is a helluva drug and so is love

She say we like Jada and Will but that ain't us

Struggle to communicate & freeze up

Yes, we need cash, we also need love

Anxiety the reason I'm always so T'd up

These Doors be closing

They don't never reopen

So I don't never be hoping

I ain't trying to be delusional

I ain't trying to be transparent so you could know

I still fall short in a cubicle

And they won't feel me if my struggle unusual

Unusual

All the shit that we go through unusual

All the things that we're used to unusual

Let's face it, this shit is unusual

So much hate you'll shoot up a funeral

All this hate in our lives is unusual

So much lust we wanna fuck on a group of you

But we hate to put them rings like we used to do

If I'm broke it don't mean that you can't get used

It ain't all about the cash, but I thought you knew

I thought you knew

I thought you knew

We was just fucking, girl I thought you know

I'm sorry I thought you knew

I don't even hate you I thought you know

Matter fact, I love you, I told the truth