Grew up banging broad day Nothing was easy I learned the hard way My heart up in the dark place Mama taught me right I went the wrong way Did so much dirt Sometimes I can't look at my own face I get in my feelings when I think about my past My best friend son never got to see his dad I'm 'a be there for his mama even though sometimes we clash Got two parents missing one and one day he gone know the math Hollow tips bussin out the mag I'm scarred for life I done seen plenty body bags (oh Lord) I done slowed but still running from my past (oh Lord) Said I'm alright but I just really need a laugh I might block you out even thought I'm really feeling you I know how it feel when the person you love ain't really into you I woke up depressed forgive me if I have offended you The blogs be hurting my feeling I don't wanna to do no interviews I don't wanna do no interviews Keep a poker face so they can't see I'm really mad I know it's hard to tell but baby yes I'm sad Tryna hold my anger like a lid When I get mad I wanna split a nigga wig Playing with my name they just don't know how I real it get Say what you want but you bet not bring up my kid My dawg in jail he was clutching on the metal I send him money tryna make him feel better Sipping on lean tryna keep my mind mellow Antisocial might night even you hello Keep a poker face so they can't see I'm really mad I know it's hard to tell but baby yes I'm sad