Текст песни I Got Problem$ - 3rd

I got suicidal thoughts and I don't know what to do
I got problems every day and no one fits in these shoes
And it's like
It's like I always feel like a fool
Big house, couple cars when I hit 22
Yeah, this rappin' shit gon' work you gotta believe in it too
And I did,
But damn it dawg look how im livin'
Took a chance and made a name but I ain't think bout' expenses
I never thought I'd be down with no way out in my vision
I guess
I guess thats just how this shit go
I wanna fuckin' be on tour I wanna be on the road
I'm sick of lookin' at myself like how the fuck do I blow?
I got people countin' on me, am I sellin' my soul
Hell nah, I got a purpose
I just need the results
I've been questioning my heart
Like why the fuck is it cold?
I don't ever feel nothin' I'm just feelin' depressed
And my thoughts is gettin' darker
Got a noose on my neck
I be praying up to God but he ain't answer me yet
So now I'm scrapin' tryna find a way to get me a check
But how far you finna go you finna lose yo' respect
I done lost it all before I'm down to lose it again
So don't you ever fuckin' question what I'll do for this life
I been solid I ain't really into chasin' the hype
I'm finna take it to a place, I ain't scared of them heights
And you can see me on a stage, sellin' out every night
Bitch I'm dreamin'

So, tell me what you'll do for this life
Is it what you want will you fight
Is it really wrong is it right
So, tell me what you'll do for this life

Tell me what you'll do for this life
Is it what you want will you fight
Is it really wrong is it right
Tell me what you'll do for this life

Damm this race is always on my mind now
Like how the fuck I'm finna spend my time now
I wish that I could quit my 9-5 now
Cause everyday's a struggle all the time now
But I ain't lookin' for sympathy
I ain't lookin' for that
I'm just lookin' for them ways to get me out of this trap
Shit, I've been counting my blessings
I ain't tryna' look back
But now I'm stuck inside this process
Tryna' make it in rap
And they try to tear me down
Try to pull up the facts
You just another motherfucka' rappin' over a clap
But look, it's deeper than that
I got kids lookin' up to me
Who the fuck am I to say this life is a luxury
I be painting all my pictures, just for people to fuck with me
That's my problem, I don't give myself enough credit
I've been sendin' all my pain just to see that you read it
But now I'm knowin' what I gotta do to show you my worth
And thats to never give a fuck and always put me up first

So, tell me what you'll do for this life
Is it what you want will you fight
Is it really wrong is it right
So, tell me what you'll do for this life

Tell me what you'll do for this life
Is it what you want will you fight
Is it really wrong is it right
Tell me what you'll do for this life