03.16.22 Lyrics

I'm the prophet in prophecies

I let you set me up just to see what you got for me

My mom just died and that shit did a lot to me

I been fighting my depression so you niggas ain't stopping me

I just got to be, nonchalant when my emotions try to talk to me

Some niggas owe me everything, some just owe apologies

My lines is a map to everything they ought to be

Your lines sound like bullshit and nothing but hypocrisy

I don't want your pity even if I'm feeling pitiful

Trapped inside my brain and my mind is going critical

Voices in my head got a nigga feeling cynical

Fighting with my demons when my life ain't feeling biblical

RIP to everyone I lost up in the past year

Or the past few, still a lot of fears

But a lot of pain and a lot of tears

Know I need therapy from all the trauma left here

Tell me what you know, you can tell me what you know

I been drinkin' on the low, I been smoking on the low

On three sixteen, my brother called me

All in pain cause mama RIP

I know I need to heal but a nigga can't feel shit

I don't need your fake love, I just need some real shit

This'll be the year that a nigga start to kill shit

Made my own label just to sign my own deal, bitch

Trauma got me knowing that a nigga need therapy

Couldn't drop a tear for the woman that had carried me

I heard he talking shit only cause that nigga scared of me

I'll air buddy's shit out, just to give 'em clarity

Niggas violating but gain restraint when I lose patience

This is God's words, you just hearing all the revelations

It's baby steps up over the path that I'm still paving

Nowhere near Ye, but this flow here, this shit amazing

I been grieving for months, I just needed time

Been off social media to find my peace of mind

Anybody wondering, shit a nigga doing fine

When they lost my respect is when they lost half they life

Tell me what you know, you can tell me what you know

I been drinkin' on the low, I been smoking on the low

On three sixteen, my brother called me

All in pain cause mama RIP

The prophecy spoke

Every time I vent niggas take it as smoke

They cab feel the pressure from the words that I wrote

And if I cough on a beat, don't think that I choke, I just got em

My flow is an apocalypse, I leave a nigga bodiless

I know you lack competence, I see it through your consciousness

I just gained the confidence, you feel it in the ambience

You know I'm coming for you when your atmosphere's ominous

My mind been crazy so I need a distraction

Fake niggas show concern, they just so bad at acting

Wasn't losing my drive, I just lost all the traction

The day I lost my mom, bro, I felt like a fraction

Bro, my mom died, Lil' Sam too

In less than a year

What the fuck did I do

They understood what the fuck I been through

Now I'm hurt, lost, puzzled and confused

Tell me what you know, you can tell me what you know

I been drinkin' on the low, I been smoking on the low

On three sixteen, my brother called me

All in pain cause mama RIP

Yo, healing is necessary

Slowly realizing my emotions not secondary

Drowning in depression at the same time I'm feeling buried

By the same emotions that a nigga refused to carry

It's getting scary

It's a process I just hope that I progressing

I been up and down and that's probably why you stressing

I hope you not here cause of pity

You know what I mean, so don't pity me

Oh shit, I guess I'm back doing the same old shit

Writing all my music as the way a nigga vent

Back to, back to the same old shit

Hope my mom enjoy it all the time we spend