Man On The Edge

[Intro]
I don't give a fuck, sayin', sayin'

[Verse 1]
I don't give a fuck what they sayin'
Fuck, I ain't trippin' on me, I know you was a hypocrite, lot of pop stars, lot of speculation
Talented rappers, but nobody's listenin'
It's hard out here, I ain't new by no means home peace, I'm weathered and seasoned
Yeah, I'm out of my mind, I'm a man on the edge, don't give me no reasons
Dire straits, broken faith, a lot of hate, man, the world gone crazy
Entitled, impatient, a whole generation, all just seem to be lazy
Blaming it forward, erasing the past, well, they just passing the judgment
They don't wanna hear no facts, no shit like that, they above the discussion
Saving my breath, well I'm holding my breath and I'm hoping that change on the rise
Not here to argue and not here to change your mind, you can't believe those lies
I don't feel safe, my opinion is far from intelligence they think it's smart
The world is offensive we live in defensive and looking for drama to start
I don't know about you, but the people I see turn up over dumb shit lately
They don't care about you, when you're lost
With their hand out quick like, fuck you, pay me
Everybody wanna get, but nobody wanna give you a break till you break, like, hold up
First your pockets, then your spirits, then your pride, oh shit, a lunatic showed up

[Chorus]
I'm a man on the edge, and that edge is a little bit thinner than it was once before
If I jump off the edge and I fall into the dark, disappear, would I seem ungrateful?
I don't wanna be nothin' but me, not a title or a label or a slot they filled
So much comparison, negative narratives, you must not know me for real

[Verse 2]
I don't fit in, I don't get into that shit that they say be trendin'
Tell them again, I'm dark from within, I've been exiled and unfriended
I'm immune, I'm an outcast and a outlast in this art form here
Nothing happened overnight, I worked for mine, I wanna make that clear
Even so-called handouts, if it don't pan out, they can all hate me
Know I'm not who they thought I was, learn a little more about dealing with Jamie
'Cause I talk to my headache, bend to my emotions, boiled over like pots of spaghetti
I don't mean to sound a little petty, but they all in the sauce and it feel it ain't ready

[Chorus]
I'm a man on the edge, and that edge is a little bit thinner than it was once before
If I jump off the edge and I fall into the dark, disappear, would I seem ungrateful?
I don't wanna be nothin' but me, not a title or a label or a slot they filled
So much comparison, negative narratives, you must not know me for real

[Outro]
You must not know me for real
You must not know me for real
You must not know me for real
So much comparison, negative narratives, you must not know me for real