Only real people hear me
And fake people fear me
Follow me, tell me if you feel like me
Loved by few
Hated by many
Gotta hustle for my pennies
Always makin’ enemies
So I leave’em with a scar
So they remember me
They got me sippin’ Hennessey
To calm my nerves
If it wasn’t for those herbs
I probably be tryin’ blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game
To late to get the pain out
It makes me wanna shout out
But I can’t, so I write poems
So they can know what I’m about