Goin’ Insane

I’m closin’ my eyes
I’m bout to rise
Like a nigga was dead
I’m this cuttin pie
Makin’ a slice
Family will only be fed
Ride with a stick
Ain’t tryna get hit
I got too much life
We all be stressin’
Still finessin’
Tryna make things right
You on ya big
You got no fear
Cause ya ready to die
But all this sin
Boy you ain’t know
Only angels flyy
Fuck getting’ paid
All this pain
Thinkin’ bout suicide
It’s not done yet
You gotta chill
It’s gon be alright

All the pain
So much in this fucked up world I’m surprise I ain’t goin insane
All the pain
So much in this fucked up world I’m surprise I ain’t goin insane
All the Pain
Good thing is
I ain't die yet
Good thing is
I ain't die yet
Good thing is
I ain't die yet
Good thing is
I ain't die yet

I hate getting involved
When niggas are wrong
And pissing em’ off
But stick to ya job
The problem’s solved

I’m treatin’ the game like basketball

Wait on the bench, wait on ya turn
Wait on my return
The quicker they lit, the quicker they burn
The labels, the firms
Connected to the banks and the firms
Get ya dividends nigga Imma get what I earned

And I ain’t afraid to die, really all my fuckin’ life
I’ve been feelin’ like I didn’t belong here
I’ve been feelin’ like I’m waiting to fly
Never let a nigga see me cry
I’ve been in it for a minute, might run for senate
For niggas on the underground, who may not ever see the top
See the blocks, underneath my feet to help me see the block
Millyrock, couldn’t make me dance when I couldn’t buy no socks
All I needed was a shot nigga

All the pain
So much in this fucked up world I’m surprise I ain’t goin insane