Bare

(album: STILL (Five & A F*** You) [Deluxe] - 2023)

That nigga eating why he ain't hand us a plate
How he sign a deal and ain't make sure his family straight
How come he don't come around why he don't pick up the phone
Why the fuck he act like he did all this shit on his own
Why he don't let nobody visit his home
Why he so distant
How I knew the moment he blew he would switch up in an instant
Why I ain't seen his daughters since they was infants
How he not gon get his mom and them a whip but spent a grip on a pendant
They should be offended
I knew he was selfish to begin with
I'm long winded, so this where I'ma end it
That's his money I ain't gon tell dat nigga how to spend it
But give me back my 2 cents I'm lended
Family

Man that nigga must think he too good to sit around and hang
I done knew his ass since middle school now this nigga found some fame
I always knew shit was bound to change
I woulda walked a nigga down for gang
Used to call em my dawg now that shit don't sound the same
We used to hit the mall and pull hoes
Any nigga that stepped he got bulldozed
Copping ounces swapping out our school clothes
That fool know
But now I guess he posed to be the man
I'll be god damned if I ever approach him as a fan
So I don't comment on or like the shit he be posting on the gram
Like he been too focused on a plan with hopes he can expand
Bitch I get money too, I'm booming off of dope coke and zans
Oh shit what up Grip I was just telling them how close to you I am
Friends

The whole world got me fucked up
So I'ma tell them what's what
Got enough bucks for my car not to put put
But not enough to escape the surroundings that they found me in
And niggas round here ain't too fond of niggas that's bound to win
Paranoia times ten this shits deep
They catch me slipping I'll be 6 feet
Counting big sheep while mom and kids weep
Fixate on home invasions 40 cal by the mattress
The only time I feel safe when I'm surrounded by ratchets
Still drowning in habits
Trying to balance my axis
Owe 10s of thousands in taxes
But gotta smile for the masses
And family members that question my logic
Feel like I owe them a percentage of the checks I deposit
Ain't give a fuck when I had the studio setup on a desk in the closet
Straight from IKEA laying down ideas
They ain't know this shit been bubbling for like 5 years
Had to thug it we was struggling I done cried tears
If Ruth was here she'll be like dry your eyes dear
I defied fears
I can't confide in my peers
When something's grinding my gears or need advice
Maybe shed some insight into my career
Cause my niggas can't relate
Any convo we have about rap is a damn debate
And the ones who do act like you gon take the food off they plate
Play it cool in your face and put they number in your phone
Shoot 'em a text they never respond I should've known
But fuck it, niggas is grown so I'm tugging it on my own
Got like a million thoughts that I'm juggling in my dome
And that spills into my everyday life
Busy and bothered unfit father uncanny candidate for a wife
Overly focused on positions that I need to be in
Not taking heed of my wins
An absentee to my friends
Social media want me to pretend
But I ain't faking the funk
I wrote this shit while I was taking a dump
Kyle