I’m Leaving

Hey man I'm outta here
And that's just the way it is
I still haven't made a name in this biz
But when this album drop
I'll finally say I quit it
And give a big fuck you to every cynic
You never fucking knew me
How come you don't look me in the eyes when you screw me?
I just got severed from my girlfriend
I can't put rapper on an application
Man, it's a whirlwind
I don't know what I'ma do
If this don't work I don't got a back-up plan
I don't got reverse
Girls approach me and I'm like down
I roll up to a girl and she might frown
You like the new me? It's not really new
Still making music with Vaughn and Stu
I left myself for a second
I didn't wanna come back
Put a lot of fucking heart in this track
Bring it back

A lot of people coming up in and out
A lot of people in the game sinning out
A lot of people don't even care
A lot of people man they don't even care
So I'm leaving and I won't be back
I'm trynna tell you I don't want all that
You think I'm dreaming, oh is that a fact?
Well alright, well ok

And yo well fine then
I guess I'll see you in the big leagues
It's draft odds it's now man making big beats
And girls like yeah why they call you Evil?
You seem so sweet and nice
So just tell me what's the deal?
And then there's a silent pause
And I answer back with a sly response
I'm like baby girl you know Evil's just my rap name
They ask if I'll call them back when I tap fame
That's just my natural talent
Listen you think I'm actually violent?
I was ten my dropped me off at children's hospital
She told them I was messed up and totally impossible
I'm lost again, would you be my friend?
I've only had two or three
My dad says that's all you really need

A lot of people coming up in and out
A lot of people in the game sinning out
A lot of people don't even care
A lot of people man they don't even care
So I'm leaving and I won't be back
I'm trynna tell you I don't want all that
You think I'm dreaming, oh is that a fact?
Well alright, well ok

Listen you think I'm stressed out
But I'm not so drop it
I'm just so messed up
I can't stick to one topic
You make me feel like I can't do anything right
And half the time yo I know that you're right
It seems everytime it's just the same old fight
No wonder I'm not coming home at night
You need to go pack up your shit
And go stay with your mom
I can't live like this girl, fuck it I'm gone
Well fine then, fuck you I'm moving on
Every single time it's just the same old con
I can see your cruelest looks and your dark red eyes
It time I go find a guy that doesn't gotta get high
You're a loser your music isn't making a dime
You need to get a real job
And stop wasting your time
Get the fuck outta here
Go call Big G and Royce
I hope you have fun with your boys