Yes I’m Sad

Grew up banging, broad day

Nothing was easy, learned the hard way

My heart was stuck up in a 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's son never got to see his dad

I'ma 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

Oh Lord

I'm scarred for life, I done seen plenty body bags

Oh Lord

I done slowed down but I'm still running from my past

Oh Lord

Said, "I'm alright but I just really need a laugh, yeah"

I might block you out even though 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 had offended you

The blogs be hurting my feelings, I don't wanna to do no interviews

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 **** wig

Playing with my name, they just don't know how 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 not even tell 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