Lyrics Reality Check XI - Kwestion

I feel I need to vent
Been thinking to myself
Aye what if I die young
Cause I didn't worry about my health
I'm overweight
It got my stress'n out
I'm drowning in self doubt
Cause every bitch I ever loved
End up with some fucking clown
And then people say that it's easy
Well if it was easy I'd be Vin Deezy
Been hiding behind the mask of this music so they couldn't see me
Then big boy ambassador rose
I'm scoop'n plenty women
But none of them stuck around
I guess they wasn't fuck'n with me
Aye push the limit
I gotta change it out
The greatest story ever told
What if it don't make it out?
But psychologically I'm fucked
Cause the baddest bitches
Fuckin with me
Charming like a muhfucka
Got that shit from my father nigga
Heartless really
So many done played with it
Depression mixed with anxiety
Baddest bitches done lied to me
I know it's not an excuse
The motivation ain't finding me
And then I hop on the gram
The images that society posting
Got me loathing
I can't wear designer clothes and
It's hard to stay consistent when
When results you're hardly noticing
I might be Overton
I'll find a Synclaire
Well bitch I'm really in the gym
Until I win yeah

I let you niggas get over
Back then was way too passive
Got the weight on my shoulders
Somebody gone feel this rapture
Silent shit got my frustrated
Passionate
I'm so jaded
Rather be by my lonesome
Niggas plot on my greatness ugh
I know about losses
I know about grind
I had to let some shit go
I was following the blind
Elevated my mind
My motto
Is gone get mine
Got a vision in hand
Doing it my way this time
I know this potent poetry
I gave a little more of me
Back then I was so naive
I guess I'm getting older see
Lost some things that's close to me
Left the gig was hoe'n me
Granny watching over me
I cry a lot nobody seen
Been so dope
You can weigh me on a triple beam
I've been robbed so many times
Of my fucking dreams
But still I try
I'm a wounded King
I gotta get back to myself
It's my reality
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