Me Against the World ’22 (Remix)

Tired of all the fake shit im the realest in it
Tired of being slated, they conceal the image
My field of vision all dark like the shits tinted
Everything around me falling theres some bricks missin
Only thing thats consistent is my chick listenin
Tired of being broke wonderin what could have been
I'm tired of needing hope, stumblin my foot is in some steep shit
I don't even got confidence
Im wonderin how the fuck to accomplish this
Looking at my mirror tryna sock at it
Ive been through alot of shit
No pencil could jot the shit
To keep it real, my life i almost lost the shit
I overdosed last year, still reminisce when i didn't have a pot to piss
Now im a prophet bitch
So you better kneel down before me
And your friends tell em what you feel now is storming
I got bad memory i guess that i suppressed it all
Always been left to fall,they say to count your blessings but im stressin and its gettin hard
To cope without my breath in fog
But im nothing frail, keep my head up and look up the trail
Wait for the sunrise, keep going forward with my knees week and lungs fried, cause you fail when youre done tryin