[Intro]

Straight from the heart, my nigga

The Future Boy

Shoutout to BubbaGotBeatz for blessing me with this one

Shoutout to the internet for killing this shit

[Verse]

I'm 'bout to explode

So close to losing hope

So close to transitioning back into selling dope

Closer to my last breath than the one I just took

This ain't just a rap, even though that's the way it may look

I need some support

Tired of sleeping on momma's couch

Everyday I think she that much closer to kicking me out

I work a job but it don't pay me that much

7.65 an hour put gas in my car and pay for my lunch

I been needing your help forever, so tell me what's up

Some gotta give even if you can't give me that much

I'm sitting here thinking about loading it up

And letting it bangarang inside of the corner store while I'm holding it up

My people asking me what's wrong but I don't tell them too much

'Cause deep down they been knew my struggle but don't give a fuck

My face up to the sky asking my savior what's up

But my head drop 'cause my neck been hurting from holding it up

Don't smoke no more but a phone call away from rolling it up

But you don't care so I don't see why I just told you so much

Industry contacts keep promising to blow my shit up

They got the resources so I don't see what's holding them up

Yeah God blessed me with a gift I know my soul has been touched

But I feel like Job from the bible 'cause I suffer so much

Don't wanna die out in these streets I never claimed to be tough

But if war is what you want I'm sliding heavy fucking shit up

Bottled emotions I ain't with all of that opening up

He closed minded till one of them bullets opened him up

To see my body in the casket momma's soul'll be crushed and my daddy's too

So to avoid that I wrote this one for us

But when my time to shine come

I'mma be bold as that truck

On the highway that's switching lanes 'cause it's too big to be touched

And while honking your little horn and your new car'll be crushed

Totaled, flipped over, engine smoking and stuff

Alabama prosecutors talking 'bout chaining me up

Rap been my passion but I've been thinking 'bout hanging it up

300 dollars to my name from this little show I just done

Voted top of the underdogs these other niggas is bums

If I'm the best you ever heard why you serving me crumbs

Hood fucked up seen a homie's momma serving her son

I pray and stay out the way I know a blessing gon' come

St. Louis wicked don't ever ask why I'm toting a gun

'Cause a pussy gon' shoot you down if he got access to one

Gun me down and I'm like the president an army gon' come

OG told my momma he was gon' look out for her son

'Cause in life it's 'bout where you goin' not where you from

Stay down and keep grinding we almost out of the slums

But people hate so their process gonna happen backwards or something

Fuck a streetlight I go in the house when I see the sun

Close encounters with def plenty so I don't ever run

Praying for help

Our generation getting played to the left

See I got enemies who plot on my health

Soon there won't be nothing left

What's coming next can't buy no time for yourself

The system set for you to die on the set

Don't want you flying no jets

I'm fighting hard for what I want to protect

Make good decisions bro look out for yourself

Can't do the same as the rest

The world is crying calling out for your help

You make some changes they gon' mark you for death

Dear God I pray for your help

Don't bother too many I stay to myself

Father is it selfish to pray for myself

My life has not been the best

Expose my problems because I need some help

And the pain is deep so I battle myself

I be attacking myself

People tell me I would be dead or in jail

Tried weed to solve it but that didn't help

But it was all just a test

Can't control it don't take it out on yourself

And the pain haunt me but I capture myself

'Cause I been praying for help