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