Problems II

VERSE 1:
Aye, who down to kill?
I match the chilly ice with Tommy gear
When I be chilling by myself I’m fucked up for the year
I only think about decisions when I’m so far gone
I know it’s toxic but I’m learning how to stay afloat
Nobody told me how to deal with all these nights alone
Portraying perfect, cover up what’s really going on
I know that if I stay down I might not come back at all
I got my brothers and the ones who love me if I fall

VERSE 2:
Yea, an eighth a day to help the pain, you see I’m tryna change?
I gotta stack up loads of money you know I don’t play
Rules been the same but ima bend em till they fucking break
You missing chancеs everytime thе day just goes to waste
And I been thinking that I need to kill em off again
No place for breathing, the grim reaper cut the oxygen
This is a letter for all my people that got them sins
So hold it close as the day we seeing our lifelessness