I Love You

You don't know none of the shit that I done seen or been through

And maybe that's the issue

Maybe we switch places, I take off these vans, and you give me them timb boots

Lemme see you walk in them shoes

Know you feel the holes inside these flats from walking a thousand miles

And these fake ass friends, I'm just ready to walk em out of my life

Niggas laugh at you for not having a phone, not having car, not having a comb to pick that naughty ass box

They don't respect your gift, don't respect your talent, they don't know your worth

They know you quick to get bitch and bone her first

They don't know you felt alone since birth

They don't know these suicidal thoughts you have of taking yourself from this earth

They don't know you never had a friend that when you turned your back, they wouldn't it stab it in