bloodshot red

got this pain in my head

i can never sleep i'm

making music instead

working every night

i think i'm halfway dead

or almost there, ion

even think i care, but

mom's getting worried

at the habits i have

i apologize for

everything in the past

doing **** shit everyday

and skipping all of my classes...

bloodshot part two, yeah

guess i never found out

where my minds been at

still somewhere in between

being happy and sad

we was broke in the past

thought i needed a bag

it's funny how i feel the same

as i did way back then

i just wanna make sure

that all my people's good

if i could take on all they problems

then i promise i would

i know that ion really

talk to em as much as i should

but i try to hit em up

from time to time

i hope they ain't misunderstood

like i...

don't give a ****, cuz i do

need to find balance in my life, yeah it's true

but it's just so many things i gotta do

i can't keep up with myself

it's really nothing left to prove

but i can't prove to myself

that i'm enough-

can't breath for just a second

made 6 figures now i'm shooting for the 7th

all my family and friends

is asking the same question

like what's the point in working so hard

if you still stressing?

well honestly this shit gives me purpose

to stay alive while i'm hurting

and prove that your life is worth it

as long as you stay determined

and for them haters who lurking

i'm flexin cuz i deserve it

can't tell me shit cuz i earned it

you rappers clowns in a circuis tryna network

i ain't shaking hands

i only care about my networth

cuz money never left me

when i started doing better

if jealousy a disease

i guess they all under the weather

friends come and go

but i stay ten toes down

i could afford to lose em

but i can't afford to slow down

steadily making moves

but i'm still living in my hometown

florida what i'm used to

but i know that shit could go south

seen it happen since a jit, but shit

that's how it goes down

you'd **** around and get robbed

down the block from my old house

walk home on different roads

you could never take an old route

it's better to mind your business

never be a witness

cuz even if you wit it

you could end up missing

but i'm just reminiscing

ain't had no pot to piss in

how everything i got now

used to feel so distant

and i remember wishing

for somebody to listen

to the tracks i made

and what i had to say

even if it's just a second

and it's insane how i

still feel the same as i did

in the beginning, i

hate to complain but in my brain

i still ain't really livng

i'm, working twice as hard

to prove my existence

though i'm exhausted

i don't wanna admit it...