No Tears 3

My ex tweeting that I’m evil, I don’t ever respond
I don’t indirect on twitter you can catch it songs
Like scrap that
Nah
Let’s get to this real life
Paul up on my phone he said I should’ve took that deal right
Turned down 40 grand, next month I couldn’t pay my bills like
Tried to call the label back they spent it on a new guy
Dealing with depression, couldn’t handle the pressure
All I got is alcohol and all these suicide letters
Overdosed on sleeping pills and pray that I don’t get up
I couldn’t tell my girl I had to keep that shit together
I back Sonik when he’s wrong man I don’t question my friends
But I still hate like half of the ends
J***** told me I ain’t skilled like how you question my pen
I took these poems to a place that you haven’t seen
On a world tour these poems mad a salary
Nah scrap that
These poems made a man of me
You started writing at 7 quit, cause you ain’t getting better g
I started at 21 and got it all by 23
So now I get the hate J*****
I understand it
It’s cause I’m everything that you was meant to be
Too busy being great to ever focus on others
I spent what you spent on girls to put a booth in my cupboard
You spent that shit on love
I spent this shit on what I love
Cause spending on your talent ain’t a risk when you’re the one (yeah)
Being cheated on can really fuck with your head
I ain’t ready to speak on it yet
I’ll call my friends back but I feel like a burden
No time for a girl that’s been moving uncertain
She’s tryna put on a show, I’m tryna close the curtains
Never burn a bridge if you ain’t certain
She tell me open up
I can’t tell the truth nah
Never open up to a girl that won’t be in your future
I’d rather sell drugs than tell my dad that I failed
Maybe that’s the same thing and I’m just going off rails
Might sell 1.4 for a £10 go and put it on scales
Might sell a Z for £110 just to put you through hell
My brother said the drug dealers will hate you
But the customers? They’ll be fully grateful
I can’t do many features up on my breakthrough
Because they’ll turn around and say they fully made you
So if you think I’m attention seeking then I probably am
I don’t know how to ask for help I just put shit on the gram
I write all depressing lyrics but they just say that it bangs
So when I start over drinking I hope you all understand
It’s me her and a blunt
I tell her roll that shit up
We been sipping all morning it’s like enough is enough
I been stressing ‘bout women
She told me here just forget’em
We even turnt off our phone we doing Netflix and chilling
We always fucked in the past
But today it’s all different
Girl I ain’t come here for sex
I’m tryna see where your fridge at
But she don’t let me escape
She ask me
“Negs, where your head at?”
So we be drinking and drinking
I fall asleep where your head at
I wake up and you right next to me
Naked but I let it be
I cover up your breasts with sheets
And then I go right back to sleep
We wake up to chat
She making breaky and that
She say I’m chosen in rap
But I don’t ever react
Uh
My boy needs his car back, said I’ll be there in second
Said he needs to get his ex back like Nego get to stepping
Police stopping cars
I’m praying they don’t stop at ours
Quick thinking I hide the knife up by the ‘sorry’ flowers
Little cousins birthday, I gotta hit the other side
Disappointed though, I’m too old to say the other side
But there ain’t no age limit when them bruddas made my brother die
So I’m nervous with my shank a butterfly right by my butterflies
A knife up in the club, I got it in my sock
I’m scared it’ll cut me so I slide when I bop
Bop, slide, I gotta slide when I bop
I’m fully scared that it’ll cut me so I slide when I bop
I call her phone to tell her, she say she’s disappointed
She tell me that it’s pointless
I tell her, girl I know this
Girls want protection, till you actually protect them
If that boy send you a threat then I might send a guy to get’em
There ain’t gon’ be no cuddles or no “it’s gon’ be alrights”
Just tell him when you see him I said it’s gon’ be on sight
Yh
I can’t say the next thing on my mind
No tears
No tears
It’s Mr True

How’s that?