Voicemails

Progressively, I'm better

After mom died, man, I broke down every broken letter

Niggas want smoke with me and my dogs like they knew Cruella

But I got a flow that can move mountains and change the weather

Felt like a part of me broke when Lil' Sam died

Everything hurt, man, I was so dead on the inside

Then my mama died, now the shit don't even feel right

Now that fire that was dying need to come and reignite

Depression been hittin' and that shit been extra rough

Cause either I just sleep too much or I don't sleep enough

This tough exterior, nigga, this shit just a front

Cause' I still call my mom, knowin' she ain't pickin' up