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 When u a man You getin' paid more She using her body You say she a whore Bet that you wishing That shorty was yours She's gonna be Sexualized wherever she goes So, might as well profit Off not wearing clothes 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