BITTUHSWEET Songtext
von Proph

If I had a penny for all the times these niggas done try count me out
I′d live somewhere near Robert Downey's house
Always thought that I′d be revered in my own hood
But they always love me more when I'm out of town
Pretty much the story of my life
21 resurface the trauma that's inside
You know it′s real when I can′t even face my own songs
The ones that you hear are re-recorded several times coz it's
BITTUHSWEET
Found God after the devil took a year from me
My niggas flipping outside tryna catch a body
So ain′t nobody at my shows that really cheer for me
I asked the Lord if he let gangsters in his paradise
Coz really I ain't get that much reassurance from Coolio
My A&R complained when we left a weed smell
She lucky cuz ain′t bring no real smoke inside the studio
I hate this fucking game I'm in
Nigga my deal says they′ll drop me if it's beef
But it's calm if it make you dance
Start a war and I′ll be fine if I can hit the charts


Either way my niggas end up torn apart
My new shorty′s don't be asking what my name is
Just which people I′ve been around and who's the most famous
Niggas think I made it but the rent still overdue
I′m living off the F money filing out somebody's statements
Driving through the crowd the V white with black tints
It′s pretty on the outside but ain't nobody looking in
Pretty much the same thing that's going on inside my life
It′s funny how these things align when you ain′t got the time to think
I told Ash to hit the driver, throwing up inside the sink
Still running from the person that they want me to be
We oversees in a German and shorty wanna meet in person
So I guess that's 3 ways her text was foreign to me
I′m used to seeing trench babies that grew up across the street
Drove past my dad in Heath and I ain't even say a peep
To ashamed to ashamed to tell the guys
That he ain′t got nowhere to sleep
But I can't think about his life without reminding me of me
Jay went through the same shit we cried a little gangster weep
Niggas thinking that I changed but I still feel like little P
With his back behind the door to try and block out all the screams
Probably why I love these bitches who got lower self esteem
A fan saw me at my show and knew that I weren′t right
Stumbling over all my words and frozen by the lights
After I performed he asked me if I've been alright
I drowned in Hennessy and said 'Nah nigga I′m flying′
I've been blocking out my past so long
But now it′s catching up
A sequence of events unfolded that I can't pattern up
I see it in my shorty′s my trust, the reasons I get high
As if the living crisis and Babylon ain't been bad enough I
I sip the Julio it′s bittersweet
Why you think I swerve the public eye nigga?
They wan't me dancing but a second saved me from a weapon
You ever had a tik tok in real life nigga?
They getting money off of killing kids in war
And life we can't even afford
All these questions turned me blind nigga
My cousin died coz God took away his life
And ever since I′ve just been asking why he chose to spare mine nigga
Why me?
Why I gotta fucking rap?
Why I gotta steal my income?
Why my niggas selling crack?
Why I gotta get so drunk to try and feel like I′m at home?
Ever since I was 9 years old I don't think I made it back
Lord I′m on my knees for your forgiveness, I was ignorant
A scared kid you had to throw into the darkest passage
You took this little singing boy and set his head on fire
I just had to realise that mean I'm Michael Jackson
Believe now pussy I′m european flying
They tell me I'm the one there too so I′m ahead of my time
I built this with no links so fuck you thinking I'm embarrassed
When Cench was my age he was still trapping out a Yaris
Raye stood on business Simz took 7 years of planning
You can turn talents trendy but you can't make trends a talent
Ain′t no more apparently′s you heard my shit and it's apparent
I got 40 year olds whining like I just met a bunch of Karens
Feel like Stevie Wonder
I just
Skipped a meal before I touched the booth so you can hear the hunger
Difference is the blood, sweat and tears, that I produce
Is music to my ears
I flip my pain and make the song of the year
I feel like Yé I got the dropout on you niggas it′s clear
But my dark fantasy is ending a rappers career
I'm the shorter Big Mike that chose to walk into a Santan
And get a bank loan to reimburse all my tears
Coz
I made a prayer that I won′t change
Even if I feel like going Cobain
I think the worlds running out of time
Put me frontline when Babylon show they old face
I used to want the fame and the love for them to understand me
For who I am beneath the scars
Maybe one day I'll reveal how far we come
But fuck the speaking terms, we′ll save the speeches for when I'm done
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