Resurfaced Trauma

Aye aye Syncere Resurfaced trauma arising with my accomplishments The comments is kinda like when Christopher killed my confidence Consequences of problem kids I'm watching em all tweak for some acknowledgment Even seen that one dude buy grills to make that frown Turn upside down for all of y'all but dog it's all a flex I'm not impressed with none of it Finally learned to accept myself And learned that I don't gotta prove a single thing To a single soul except myself My God loves me, my girl loves me And that's without no record sales Gabriel warned me about people That's hot but tell epic tales But then wanna throw tomatoes At me just for being myself Guess we bout to see this fruit tell the gospel It's VeggieTales Guess we bout to see who's staying on board once we setting sail Poverty stricken since I was a jit In the middle of that I got peace on me Grew up just watching my family feud You would think that I really know Steve Harvey You see me bleeding out over my heart It's because I finally took the leech off me See God in my weak heart If I pleased all I'd be weak homie Hey The profits of old said we'd be lost in the soul Cause folks is prideful and all It's so much I can't control Come from a fatherless home Trauma and problems at home Landlord is knocked on the door That's why I'm knocking on y'alls They ain't want get me involved So I built this with the Lord I've never been on my own Never been on my Aye Look I was jealous of Zauntee I was jealous of Tommy I was jealous that they blew I didn't even just care that they homies Crazy where you could be going When you don't live in the moment Grateful for how you been growing Jealous of all that they doing Wonder how many is scrolling Through my timeline in the morning Or late as heck in the evening Praying one day I would blow it So that they could be exalted Take it, low-key I don't want it You want this gift just to flaunt it I want this gift to keep going Aye But I'm petty You would write a hate comment for me but I'm petty Pulled up with the demon bulletproof vest, Don Ready Heard they want the album I'ma drop it when I'm ready Aye Yeah I didn't text my dad to tell him Happy birthday cause my number blocked My IG blocked, My Facebook blocked My Twitter blocked, I got no way to reach him Somebody shoulda told him That his son would be blazing the kingdom Staying succeeding Face to my Jesus Praying and seeking Why y'all be tweaking Satan defeated Already beat him Up on that tree limb Check the score about hiding My numbers on the board The insecure people are Flexing all the streams and awards 4 score and Seven years ago my great grandma was born and Started generation patterns that I finally kicked off His praises to God Aye Syncere