Good Night, God Bless

I'm so sick of doing this
Trapped in my room and the routine like shit, what a bitch, but it's
East Birmingham man I can show you pain,
Black Smurf in the whip riding through the rain

How come all of a sudden I'm wanted
Every type of sucker up in my DM's
What the fuck you leeches even be thinking
Now they all wanna suck me like The Weeknd

I just be keeping it real
I'm airing out how I feel
Feel like I'm stuck in a rut
If sleep is the cousin of death
Maybe that's why I'm always in my bed

You say you want it well I got it on my own
You say you want it well I got it on my own

Maybe this and maybe that well maybe not,
Call you on your bluff you are not sending shots,
Type to never give it if it's one on one,
10 deep I'll still spin you on my own

It's not gang shit where you are from,
Your family got a big house yeah I know,
Papa was a copper mama did it proper,
So stop acting like you've ever gripped the chopper,

You are not that guy
When I see you outside
You still equipped with the lies
I might be equipped with the knife
Never been afraid to cry
But always been ready to die