Lyrics
Battling my demons, I don't seem to beat 'em
Kinda feel defeated, looking for a meaning
Feeling like most the people round me normally scheming
I caught shawty cheating but I ain't even feel it
I just let him have it, don't even be embarrassed
Collateral damage, treasures and trashes
Long as I can still hit up Eddie for a package imma manage
I guess that's all that really matters
Hear no evil, see no evil but it lingers around
Even when you try burying your head in the sand
When I had money I was spreading it round
When I was broke they wouldn't lend me a pound
Fox and the hound, I said I'm done with the streets
All I ever did was underachieve
Now I'm running out of tricks to pull from under my sleeve
Air's free but I'm feeling like I can't even breathe
My daughter fucking round at school and getting sent home
The other day my baby mama caught my kid stoned
Ironically I told her when I see her she gon' get smoked
And all she said was "Dad I saw you do it from the get—go"
Hard to accept and it's hard to believe
Sometimes the apple don't fall too far from the tree
How can I stay mad at you when the problem is me?
But over my dead body will you grow up a sheep
My whole life been bunned to the roach
All I ever did was hustle and smoke
But that's all that really kept me afloat
Instead of battling your demons, try letting 'em go
I'm supposed to be a role model but instead I'm a joke
I still talk a good game so they gon' give me their vote
You think I want the scene back? I'm just here for the cult
These brothers ain't got a clue, it's the return of the ghost
I don't hate nobody so set me free
But I still pity these fools like I'm Mr. T
Shawty said I'm toxic like I'm Digga D
But I ain't from the wild west like Central Cee
I'm from Islington like pie and beans
I ain't let a broken home become a shattered dream
Mister I ain't social, I don't chat for free
More time in the booth unless tryna pattern weed