depressed! Lyrics

I been going through it bitch I think that I'm depressed

Under the influence all this shit that got me stressed

Death been on my mind and that bitch won't let me rest

Only thing I know to do is keep on running up these checks

So pay me what you owe me when I'm coming to collect

I make my family proud when I put on for the set

It's headshots for anybody talking out they neck

You a snitch, blew the whistle, man you foul, that's a tech

And now we at a one and one

All this shit these niggas do I did at 21

Ain't no sweet shit over here this ain't no honey bun

I heard they trappin' with no whips these niggas bummy bums

Can't even pull up on yo mama if she stuck in a jam

I told 'em think about your options 'fore you fuck with the man

Once we put it into motion ain't no stopping the plan

I do what the fuck I want to, you just do what you can

And that's a fact

Used to pay wait in line, now we get in through the back

And my babymama fine, now she don't know how to act

All this money on my mind make it hard for me to rap

But if a nigga cross the line, we gone put him on the track

Murda Beatz. Microphone the murder piece

If they think that they the vibe, well then we here to murder peace

Aye lil brodie. Who is you

You not gang. You not crew

You can't hang. Need to move

You a lame. Me, I'm cool

Yeah I'm cool. This a breeze

Hood rats counting cheese

Flow with ease. Glow on steeze

You important? Nigga please

Tell a hater bye bye. Paint an opp no tie dye

I'm sippin on a mai tai. Whole life on sci-fi

Cuz this is a movie and I am the star

I never let groupies come ride in the car

If I want some shots, I go right to the bar

My soldiers that dying don't fight in Qatar

They go to war in the streets. They ready to rumble

So I turned my dawgs into beasts cause this be the jungle

If you tryna ball in the east, you better not fumble

Cuz I need me more than a piece, and this is me humble

Let her hair down like Rapunzel

But I am not one for the savin'

So I climbed it right to the top

She gave me some top. I swear she amazin'

They need to pay me respect

And pay me in checks for the roads that I'm pavin'

Y'all niggas keep the clout and the fame

It's only the money I'm cravin'

And bitch I mean starvin', stacking my plate

Moved out them apartments, next outta state

I'll sell out the Garden, nigga just wait

Pray to your god and keep to your faith