To My Fans

First, I'm sorry to my fans, the shit that I've been dropping's bland

Know it lacks emotion, I've been tryna grow into a man

Felt sum' like a victim, got defensive, they ain't hold my hand

Why the fuck I'm rolling up 3.5? I used to roll a gram

I won't lie, I'd rather hold my child than hold a hunnid grand

There's importance in your purpose, that ain't hard to understand

Every time that I felt hurt and worthless, I'd cut my hands

Pain race from my mind down to my spine until it's hard to stand

Takin' drugs and hatin' life, then wastin' time to make it right

I won't lie, it's hard outside sometimes, I wish I stayed inside

It might feel restrictive, it's inflictive when you face your mind

Any time I say my grace, I point my face straight up to God

Lord, deliver me from anything that you would say is wrong

Keep on puttin' myself through these light hills just to make a song

My brother blew his brain out just to make sure that the pain would stop

They cleaned his crib in 'bout a week, I'm pissed 'cause it's on vacant now

From the dirt's where I emerged, so I get down to face the ground

I used abstain from reality, actually hate it now

USB in while I'm sleepin' so I get the data down

I still think 'bout suicide, should I leave myself hanging out?

Me, I'm my creator's child, still wish He'd send the angels down

I do this to vent when I'm conflicted, it lifts anguish out

Internally, this shit been hurting me too much to fake a smile

Inadvertently, they straight up murder me to make it out

Yeah