Third Comp

They said the bad times were coming
And now I’m going through it
Got me on my knees ‘cause I don’t know if I can do it
Got caught up in the heat in my head
Talking down to niggas when I should’ve been humble instead
There’s nothing worse than a man’s pride
Now I feel like I’m six feet under inside
Should, would’ve, could’ve all in my regrets
Now I’ll just be another nigga everyone eventually forgets
Lying to cover up how broken I am
Eating ramen ‘cause I never really liked cheese and ham
Got twenty dollars in my account and it’ll all go to Steel
I’m talking Reserves, the only thing that makes me feel real
And to think I used to have a dream and purpose
But now my sins and hot head are gonna bury me worthless


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