D.E.E.P Lyrics

Deep up in my thoughts fuck it lemme write it down

Don't feel appreciated I hold everybody down

Ya think I'm rich ya think I'm lit like look the fuck around

I'm still in the hood helping everybody now

Phone call phone ring still would send it now

Still ain't do a drug wit all this pain I don't know how

All I want is love, hope I'm getting understood

And for the record I don't even think I'm gonna heal

Lost my baby bro thought I was gone take him out the hood

Said lets hit the stu, if you tryna do that then we could

Told em I would pay you my lil brother boy you good

Why you ain't hit me when you needed sumn when you knew you could

(Zay World)

Damn this shit be hurting like a bitch

For a month emotions took me off the grid

Almost quit on music after all the shit I went and did

Fighting demons ain't the way I think I'm posed to live

Fill my pain is worth a Richard mille

Want my bank account to shit a quarter mill

Labels tryna get me shit is real

On the other side labels never offered you a deal

But you talkin like you me you gotta chill

Move the fuck around your rap career keep goin down a hill

We still makin money so I shouldn't feel the way I feel

Sobered up pain feel like I should be off a pill

Understand I been that nigga givin love

Fuck it in my feelings I won't cover it wit drugs

Deep down really I just really need a hug

Took a look around figured out a lot of shit a dub

Don't call my phone I swear to god don't throw a sub

If you really bro you know that I always show you love

And that will never change all the shit I do I do for us

But I feel a way heated I could feel I'm getting ruff

This for every soul a lot of shit is clipped

Pray to god cruising through my city feelin lit

Ain't gone lie really I don't wanna hold the grip

Wit all this anger it ain't taking shit for me to click

Cup full of pain blood rushing when I take a sip

Fought for my love ones beating niggas since I was a jit

Really been that nigga since a kid

I ain't feeling good till I get my mom a better crib

I don't get my flowers now I gotta speak

Started rap careers a lot of niggas rappin cause of me

Be for real so why I don't see trendy typa beats

When producers spamming up my email as we speak

I hate talking but this pain been hitting deep

How I'm feeling sober but my body feeling weak

When I'm tryna help ya think I'm tryna lead

I'm black hearted now they wanna put this on repeat