Pressure 3

You'll never see the pain I hide behind a flipped frown
That's why I always pace and it's so hard for me to sit down
Showed 'em I was right when they told me that I should quit now
Been fighting for my life and I just hit the 25th round
And it ain't over till that fat bitch is singing
Could give a fuck if I'm winning cause I'm going out swinging
I don't know if it's aggression or some sort of depression
I get into and begin to lose sight of all of my blessings
The hate starts to spread through my body like an infection
When I never have the answers to problems that I've been stressing
Why you think I do this music? I'm trying to bring a check in
I need me an intervention, this has become an obsession
Cause I gave up everything, strictly for the mic
Lost a crib and a wife with a kid, did it twice
Cause the one I got now is about to walk out of my life
She hates I'm in and out of town and ain't around to hold her tight
But I don't trust no bitch cause to me they're all alike
She's telling me that she's at work, she's probably getting dick tonight
And I know I would of cut her
If I knew I didn't love her
Except we don't even kiss, ain't even talking to each other
And my daughters missing daddy so it makes it even tougher
To see rapping as a job when my whole family gotta suffer
I lost another still I'm sitting here relying
On the fact that there's somebody out there that wanna sign him
But I'm getting sick of rhyming, they say this game is timing
I just gotta put the time in and continue with the grinding
But that was 06' and I don't know where all the time went
That's why I don't blame Gif for leaving all this shit behind him
They say I got "it" and I just gotta get the shining
Maybe I ain't flawless and there's a crack inside this diamond
I was praying on my fucking knees
God, just give me something, please
Then I got the call about the tour and it was tough to squeeze
Killed it like it's nothing, we were buzzing like a couple bees
The way we stole the show me and my team were like a couple thieves
Felt like I made it and I didn't wanna fucking leave
But then it faded now it's nothing but a fucking tease
Can't even fucking breath
But this is my pain
It's way more than rap, this is a mind game
And it's been fucking up my mindframe
Cause everytime I think I'm right there. it's like God let his mind change
That's why I wanna let this 9 bang
Cause I dove into this bitch headfirst and caught a migraine
Real talk 'till the death of me
This shit got the best of me
Cause I got nothing else and now this has to be my destiny
Used to think when everything would happen God was testing me
But I feel like I don't know how much fight I still got left in me
So if you wanna blow up here's the recipe
But better then Real Talk is what you better be