First Impression

Yeah they think they know what I be feeling
Say they tryna help me with the healing
Thinking bout the faults that I be keeping
Lately I would feel I’m barley breathing
Not eating, yeah
Nor sleeping,
I feel like I’m bleeding
And I am mean it

Uhh, make a good first impression
But behind the fucking walls they always hiding the aggression.
Definition of a motherfucker talking like a we alright a weapon pressing on my presence pull attention full attention
Real talk……..now you needa listen to a message that i'm spittin with a different kinda lesson
Don't forget to fuckin mention all the times that i would question when you’d go behind the back and leave a person with depression

Now you motherfuckers always stay lit, always talkin shit, never knowing when to quit, yeah your boys would be loyal but you lit every sat showing off yeah them boys say that ass fat I’d tap that, I ain’t really with that, these bitches getting bad by the minute getting mad when I stepped back then, hardly slept back then I don’t care I’m the only one who changed back then.

Uhh, now you lookin ordinary like a spray tan with some makeup underneath you’re bloody mary.
You can hide it you can tie it with a knot my fuckin problem if he wants to be a maggot then so be it i don’t fuckin need it.

All the faking kinda getting on my nerves
Tryna conversate but then I swerve
Giving you the grieving you deserve
Feeling like you’re making a mistake
Too bad, in the end you gotta learn

Leavin so what. Never been giving a fuck.
Sorry I’m taking my shot. Giving it all that I got
And I’m Clearin my head, No potential to stop (God damn!)

Now I’m bringing it back and I’m lacking these lyrics
While I’m smacking you bitches I’m laughing attacking your spirits and you bitches are fuckn embarrassing I’m flipping Makin you panic I’m banishing like you were fuckn vanishing.
Intercept intercept catch me at the top of the throne
When I catch you alone man I go all out
With nothin to lose with nothing to prove
No scratch and no bruise

I don't wanna be known as an artist
I don’t trust a single motherfucker, I'm heartless
Tryna sound fluent like you study in bartlett
Tryna play the victim now, don't get me started.
I was back at scene i was tryna count heads
You back at the crib, probably calling the feds
I aint tryna make money man im tryna make bands
I aint tryna sell drugs i'm a family man

Couple hits they put me up and im coughing
Way before smoking, man i had a couple of profits
Had to make a livin' out my brother C’s farming
I was fucking exhausted, I was done with the talkin'
I was working' side jobs, had me stuck in the topic
But motherfuckers they gossip
On God, I was runnin' and walkin' nonstop
To the bus stop, had to be cautious
Motherfuckers pull up, with the strap and their bosses
No losses, i can tell that you’re tryna be prophets
I dont give a fuck long as im making my wallet
And if i stole it, i dont care im tryna live real
Say you’re not a gold digger but you’d cheat on him still
I’m real can’t you tell I ain’t fucking with feels
I’m Poppin pills everyday cause it’s feeling unreal
You know the deal, when you’re tryna feel
When you’re tryna heal, when you’d rather take a cap
Than spend your money a meal.