Battling

I been battling depression hope these drugs don't kill me slow

In class hearing it's LT so god had took my Nigga home

I had moved down to the south in PT might hit up Joe

We was damn near skipping gym up inna Stu just made song

Just a jit I watch my pops n Cuzo kese spit off the dome

I did shit up inna trenches momma know I'm coming home

Robin hood I feed my niggas my dawg switched up for a bone

Drop some shit sounding like me man I think his a clone

Told ha meet me at the room she send me off I got some hoes

Bubba chain I pulled a swap might go cop another bow

In miami on a yacht my doctor bitch she drive the boat