Esteem Pt. 1

[Verse 1]
Float like a butterfly, sting as you please
These hoes happy to see me, then damn I’m happy to leave
Running ‘round, asking what do you see in me?
I gave this shit my all when I had lost a peice of me
I’m feelin’ righteous, in the sense where I might just
Follow through and start writing shit, i’m priceless
You bitches pesticides, I put the best below their records
Imma have 3 Lambs’ in my garage, I’ll be a shepherd

[Chorus]
You ain’t yourself
Motherfucker ain’t himself
You ain’t yourself
Motherfucker ain’t himself
I’m in the perfect place for puffing, uh
I’m only at my lowest when I’m rapping something
I’m on first name basis with the boy who cried nothing
Call the coroner, I think my heart stopped, I’m a hundred

[Verse 2]
My self esteem is a high when I’m crying
I ain’t sobbed in three months, no longer fearing dying
My parents still distanced, I don’t fuck with the fighting
Everything the same but me, I’ve been fighting my guidance
I fear reviews and the public view on what I say
I built that view on shit I didn’t care about, that’s every day
My tape was focused on not talking ‘bout some corny shit
I couldn’t even write without judgement, so I sent it to A
Looking back, I think my trauma was made up
To be a part of something, I was jealous of my blood
My dad would only see my talent if I gave it up
Was lying to myself, and I was lying to my trust
Fitting in is only what they say is mindsets
Fuck your humbleness, and fuck crying at your best
Sorry to my brother who ain’t know I lied yet
‘Cause the trauma was real, but the tracks were my mess

[Chorus]
You ain’t yourself
Motherfucker ain’t himself
You ain’t yourself
Motherfucker ain’t himself
I’m in the perfect place for puffing, uh
I’m only at my lowest when I’m rapping something
I’m on first name basis with the boy who cried nothing
Call the coroner, I think my heart stopped, I’m a hundred