Vicious Cycle

Yea
We live in a age
Were peoples afraid
To just be themselves
You following trends
Like everyone else
I think u need help
I think you need clarity
Maybe some therapy
see the severity
Life is for living
So, fuck popularity
This is why loving yourself
Has become such a rarity
Donate to charity
Get it on camera
Then post that shit up to the gram
Show all of my followers
I'm a good man
I am not selfish
That was a selfless act
Bitches be throwing it back
On the gram for followers
Getting they dollars on
Only fans you say it's a shame
But are they to blame
They giving some head
But they using they brain
Cuzz u don't complain
When she work in the office
And pay ain't the same
Cuzz when u a man
You getin' paid more
She using her body
You say she a whore
I bet that you wishing
That shorty was yours
She's gonna be
Sexualized wherever she goes
So, might as well profit
From not wearing clothes
But this shit don't go
For some of u hoes
Posting them videos
Showing your nudes
Hoping that shit gets like
Millions of views
You go on a date for the food
You cheat on your dude
Just for a nigga with clout
Those are the hoes that i'm talking
About they love what I said
But they hating me now
Cuzz i'm calling em out
But fuck em and fuck their respect
I'm on to the next

To all of these niggas that's
Beating they chest
Thinking the way that they dress
Will define who they are
Leasing a popular car
You look cool as shit
But that won't get you far
Cuzz if you put paint on a place
The value won't change
Until you decide to fix the interior
Went to the store
You spent all your money
You Got the materials
Still your inferior
Get you a gun so
Niggas is fearing ya
Sell you some drugs so
Bitches is feeling ya
Spilling some blood
You reppin' ya home
You fight for a block
That a white nigga own
Two to the dome
The street is filled up with ghosts
Of niggas that fit your description
Prolly got PTSD
From all of the shit that you've seen
So you poppin' prescriptions to kill it
You don't want to feel it
You don't want to talk
Bout how all ya homies
Got turned into chalk
You see their outlines
Every time that you walk to the crib
You claiming you lovin'
The life that you live
You showin' the kids
They think that it's cool
Ya jewels is shining real bright
But how many nights
Until the next nigga
Kills you for your ice