Psa

Youngins always think that I'm overreacting Y'all ain't never seen the tears that dirty these tissues in napkins I been stabbed so much my holes has turned me to Spider-verse Bandits I cry in y'all face But y'all can't notice that anything happened I done walked away from crowds to cry in the cold With no jacket take advantage of me But I never had interest in tennis rackets I could be bleeding and y'all would think I just spilled ketchup packets on me But I'm the one that's phony I'm the one trippin' when y'all play with my heart like it's Sony I cry for help you would think they would see that clearly don't they? They never check up on me swear I'm sick of being that gentleman Youngins mistake me for being some sort of gentleman These youngins think it's cool to switch up on me like ceiling fans The chip of my shoulders the biggest man My road to riches drives in a Sprinter van I'm always tryna help someone that really don't give a Don't get me started on women somehow I'm a hoe When every ex somehow played with my feelings I get cheated on Five times but get labeled a villain They miss when my friends get caught And then they portray as the victim test their loyalty they cheat and trip When I reboot the system Then they tell people I'm the problem To better they vision rub it in my face That they have hurt me to ruin my healing Rub it in my face so I react and it starts a collision Shawty gets all happy cause she hit me somehow she the victim? Hit me cause she mad at her for making a stupid decision Mad at the fact that I'm the Youngin who actually listen Mad that instead of me fighting her I requested some distance Crossed so much sometimes I wonder if I'm really Christian Got me asking God if crossing me is his children's religion Youngins show fake love like Drake lyrics How could you talk about granny and ask to go pay her a visit? I can't be your brother when you plot on my life and my demise Youngins dap me up when secretly tryna mess with my chickens Smile in my face but secretly wanna erase my existence HOD in bios then tell people I'm their opposition Jealous of the frame God made for me so they tarnish my image I was just loyal to these Youngins that tarnished my image Tell me where the love go? Clothes off my back I get the money out my stack But y'all can't let me in y'all front door? Y'all back door people there to show you love Back door the ones when you was crying they gave you a hug Mess with my exes to hide that you DL with the bros Can't even give a reaction I'ma just shoulder shrug I cannot compete with people who do not know their identity These youngins don't know if they want me as brothers or enemies My snakes are close to me to see how they planning on ending me Your snakes are close to you because you know all of them is family I done kept the quiet for three years tryna defend the peace But y'all done took me to my limit and I can't pretend to be chilling It's time to get delivered for all of y'all sending me This a PSA don't talk to me if I'm your enemy Don't call me a hoe your body count is the same age as me Don't speak on my name if you can't say it to me initially Y'all about to be grown but childish you got to be kidding me Sometimes I wonder if y'all just wanna talk to the kid in me Like let's keep it a buck y'all munch but act like you ain't feeling me Sick of having to question who is actually real to me Y'all wasn't raised to be no kings and queens Y'all was raised to be servants Taking what you need from others never fulfilling your purpose I used to get mad that y'all than noticed it ain't even worth it Y'all got deeper problems that ain't just what I see on the surface If putting me down helps you with coping you gon' have to earn it It ain't no more crossing bridges swear if you cross me I'll burn it Way y'all hopping on me I can't tell if y'all cousins with Kermit All y'all riding me next time reserve you a seat with a permit PSA