Am I wrong for being lost?
The pressures of being boss
Exhausted every bone in my body, I can't walk
I don’t talk, I scream, I don't stop to think
I'm so close to the dream that I can’t go to sleep
Ironic, I know, so I need more chronic to roll
Tryna find what's more important the money or my soul
It's cold, I'm low, I'm caught between the roads
Under the Hollywood sign you get blinded by the glow
Yo, how could you look me in the face?
You sat at the table with my daughter
Promising you got us right after you finished saying grace
Why don't you tell her what your hidin' in the bank?
It's time to cut my lawn and see the snakes
It’s time to tell the truth to every fan
Who doesn’t understand that it's because of you they had to wait
While you left me here to deal with all the hate
I still smile, but feel so fake
It's no sun, the clouds are opaque
So much shade I read on one page
I can’t even look at your name without getting the shakes
What a mistake
Look how you take
What doesn't belong to you, this was a rape
And if fate send us both to heaven
I'ma keep a blade in my leather, so I can kill you at the gate

First place, isn't worth it when you see it's all two faced
Trying to fit into a world with no new space
Commit third degree murder
What for? Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
First place, isn’t worth it when you see it's all two faced
Trying to fit into a world with no new space
Commit third degree murder
What for? Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore

I woke up sweatin'
Tryna forget I'm in a mansion
Because fans are mad at my expansion
And my friend I thought was family who'd always understand me
Got offended cuz he jealous we're supposed to be at the Grammy's
I'm askin'
When did pride and passion
Get mistaken for handouts and ass-kissing?
The fact is I made it from trailer trash to Saks 5th
Took it from underground to massive and the come up was classic
Back when white boys rapped, they gettin' their ass kicked
I was battlin' putting these rappers in caskets
I was walking home getting jumped after classes
Tell me, why don't my haters mention that shit?
Now my rent is due and I'm a tenant getting by with no credit
Got residue from a sedative I ain't get from the medic
My schedule is so fuckin' hectic, but still I'm in debt
I'd be better off dead so life insurance keeps my family fed
It's because of y'all I couldn't separate from my career
'Cause of y'all I hated myself for so many years
'Cause of you, you ain't never gonna see me trust
Even if I got a wife, she's just somebody I fuck

First place, isn't worth it when you see it's all two faced
Trying to fit into a world with no new space
Commit third degree murder
What for? Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
First place, isn’t worth it when you see it's all two faced
Trying to fit into a world with no new space
Commit third degree murder
What for? Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore

City of Angels (danger)
City of Angels (danger)

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