I'm an only child no one could have made another I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother The skies are gray in Toronto they not a golden color I'm feeling like BTS cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered I know for sure that my parents they look at me and see an overcomer I'm looking back at them and these days I see an older couple I see my only uncle looking like that shit that I ain't old enough to and if he said the way he really felt I'll probably see his side because I'm old enough to I'm looking at all my niggas they say bro we love you but all my words really the shit that they be going up to feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble I'm in rebuttals and I got a bunch of hits on my hand see the swollen knuckles I try to tell him it's working out for me now he say to show your muscles prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two they know you throw with bread but there's some shit you got upon me up to basically saying I got going up to do I gotta dig deep I really hate those two words they never bring peace I'm at the bulgaria turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth nah I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep but all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversation surrounding my music like the twin pea would die back in 2024 was a big piece so it's like the shit is me but it isn't me y'all keep on asking me what it did to me that's what it did to me when I dig deep they say dig deeper tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper this album better have some big features well sorry to burst your bubble but I'm all alone for my mental and I've been trying to end so many people I almost forgot the intro been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental yeah our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it I'm still processing that shit it got me so distracted I think he's so desperate and our life is going fantastic he don't have the heart to come and tell us he pondered for cash even his baby mama been saying he been moving backwards to me so the only thing that has ever mattered I could never forgive such a nefarious action I'm still healing my own traumas I've barely adapted this new toxic shit I'm dropping is gonna spin till I'm radioactive yeah I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking sometimes I only see myself in my therapist's glasses but I'm not taking it serious because she's very attractive I know it's a heavy ass decision to bury the hatchet it'll take more than six par bearers to carry that casket I put the man in manipulation when I pay a rent and that is an obligation to our attachment then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes in fashion if that's not enough for you well baby go back then you fucking do that the spot that I got via Jesus you gave him reason to speak on my name that's some weak shit they texting proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces you keeping your options open for real that's a me shit since you gotta be kidding like nephews and nieces I keep on rescuing leeches I can't believe it I really can't believe it I can't believe it too many wide transcripts bound to have a good girl's morals tangled the rent-free penthouse and the van cleef floor bangles and plenty more examples that had you going door the explorer outside while I turn the blind eye because it's more than painful yeah I think I also put the man in manifestation either I'm too numb to the shit of the city is changing I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers random intrusive thought but what happened to Taz's angels so many people that's not around from that generation niggas want to talk about a battle I'm battling patience nigga I battle frustration I'm about to turn 40 dog I'm battling agent I'm battling the fact that the album ain't even dropping already their asses complaining fuck it I'll battle the label fuck it I'll battle the majors I'll battle the stations till my ass is back in rotation shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement shout out to the fake fans I thought we had an arrangement how many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement how many times are you about to ask if I had a vacation how many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations niggas want me all bent out of shape rattled and shaking my dad got cancer right now we battling stages trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facing for real and this time ask me to dig deeper I gladly explain it