RunAway 18'

I’m just speaking on life through instrumentals/
I only left Philly, building up my credentials/
Ride down my old block feeling so sentimental/
That 75th street sign remind me the shit I been through/
Humble beginnings turned arrogant I admit it/
But how can I be a pharaoh, when acting timid?/
Looking death down the barrel is a reality/
Niggas died young, killed off the inner child in me/
My homie he’s a slave to the system/
Did a 3 year bid, a 2 year bid, a 4 year stretch/
9 years, for’ he turned 30/
A fucking third of his life, he’ll never get it back the shit is scary/
Will they forget me when a nigga buried?/
Type of shit I’m thinking when I’m drunk, vision blurry/
First time fucking shorty but its all the same/
Same vibe, same reason, just a different name/
Yea I’m faded and I’m jaded/
I’m gifted and pessimistic/
Full text relationships and the dialogue is cryptic/
I live inside my iPhone, more like an iHome/
I wake up I’m on it, checking my mail before I pray/
I liked 20 pictures for’ I started my day/
Read a DM for’ I texted back my own mama/
Only content I’m taking in is sex and drama/
All I think about is OOO’s and a lot of commas/
All I’m looking for is hoes but I know queens/
How I lack it, but I’m building up ya’ll self esteem/
We never take are own advice, Shit is weird but its right/
I can tell you everything that you should be doing/
But I ain’t doing anything that you fucking hearing/
If I really think about it, I’m just interfering/
God Complex, am I still God fearing/
I just hope, I don’t stop caring/
I’m Full of Sin/