I’m suffering from deep thoughts
So much getting under my skin
Money makes your peers look thin
So much shit going on got me feeling like this the end
How can I defend
Dying seems to be the trend
How can I win
Just hit the big 2-0
And I be damn if I don’t have nothing to show for it
Keep my pen on the paper and stay chasing
The voices got to me time started contemplating
People I used to look up to started getting jealous
Picked up the pen and became relentless
So much fake love around me
I see it all my eyes wide open
Every one else eyes closed like a newborn puppy
Now a days it’s all about balling like John wall in Kentucky
You not shit if your pockets not chubby
You not a true baller if your chain not cold like a slushy
The society got so many rules I can’t fuck wit
To be real you got to be able to slide on them like Weezy in trukfit
It’s all about riding with your clique
The same clique that won’t put money on your books
People wonder about the new me
I’m sorry I’m just wearing my scars like a jacket
Knocking down doors like Serena with the racket
I talk my stuff and I can back it
Forget a label
This my career I don’t want to ride shotgun
I always got to drive
Labels won’t ever let you survive
I been listening to, too much rap music to ever take that dive
Look at Weezy can’t even drop the carter five
On top of this moms on my ass
Won’t ever give me a past
I swear I wish I had a million bucks in the stash
So I can get away from the backlash
I just want to get away from it all
So I’m on the mic every second of the day
So I can get away
I’m just suffering from Deep Thoughts
