Released on March 5, 2018

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Sad sad sad sad world that we live in

Sad sad sad sad world that we live in

Sad sad sad sad world that we live in

Sad sad sad sad world


[HOOK]

People I thought I could trust

They turned on me

Like diamonds to cubic zirconia

They turned phony

Lying straight to ya face

You ain't my homie

And when this nigga is the shit

They gone wanna phone me


[VERSE 1]

Too many motherfuckers that I thought I could trust

Too many motherfuckers that I thought I could i love

Too many motherfuckers that I gave this, that, and above

Run from the evils, they will forever come

Running from the evils, slave backwards

Actually tried to trap 'em

They escaped and came after

Me it seems that they captured

My flaws my slave master

I don't like parties I don't go out

I dont like being around alot of people

Anxiety please that shit an understatement, whatever I got must be the sequel

Don't find joy in what I used to

Feeling like I'm used to

Abused bruised

Watching interviews youtube

Who knew

I can be that guy that makes it

But yeah I gotta fake it

Don't trust people, my soul imma take it

I'm wasted

Baked

In need of a vacation

I'm fucked up, I'm losing my patience

When the days end

I'm still sad

Want this to be over

I understand why all the kids so high

This life ain't worth living sober


[HOOK]

People I thought I could trust

They turned on me

Like diamonds to cubic zirconia

They turned phony

Lying straight to ya face

You ain't my homie

And when this nigga is the shit

They gone wanna phone me


[VERSE 2]

Old number so it bounce back

Like big sean

I work hard, 6 jobs

Niggas sloppy, pigsty

Ex's mad I say bitch bye

Ya new nigga want it

He can come and get it

I'll beat a nigga

I'll rob a nigga

Then look straight in that bitch eyes

Niggas always doubted me

Shout in hopes of my failure

A hustler, dont push drugs

The addiction these words I sell ya

This fiction is what they pitch ya

I'm taking chances like picture

Fuck modesty

I body beats

Read a rapper a scripture

If ya scared go church

Be prepared for this hurt

Hearses on layaway dirt digging

For the opposition

Leave you six feet deep

Yeah, that be repercussion

For even discussing he can beat me

Took a couple L's in the past bounce back

Nights in the city what you know about that?

Coach of the team but trying to fly first class

That's real

Trying make it to the major leagues with no deal

No deal

Gotta couple open wounds won't heal

And a couple trust issues won't kneel

I just do this shit for my brothers

So we can provide for our mothers

And I am just trying to keep my head on straight

My brain ache

I swear my mind is in a constant earthquake

For her sake

But she dont love me anymore

Keep it moving

Cuz she act like she dont know me no more

Hoe


[HOOK]

People I thought I could trust

They turned on me

Like diamonds to cubic zirconia

They turned phony

Lying straight to ya face

You ain't my homie

And when this nigga is the shit

They gone wanna phone me

People I thought I could trust

They turned on me

Like diamonds to cubic zirconia

They turned phony

Lying straight to ya face

You ain't my homie

And when this nigga is the shit

They gone wanna phone me