Damaged Freestyle Lyrics

I always find it harder to be

I can't help myself

Slow it down

Let's settle in the mood now

All that background noise

Is way too loud

They look surprised

Cuz I hit em wit a new style

They stay assuming

Guess I'm musically profiled

The hurt and the hungry

Yeah you gotta have both now

Finding myself

While I'm making my own sound

I sold beats nigga

I ain't sold pounds

Cap and said you did it

On record you sold out

Lotta lessons learned

Lotta bridges burned

Now you breathing in the smoke

From a different herb

This a different situation

Need some different words

Different typa turn

Need a different swerve

I'm just trynna be heard yo

She ain't listen when trippin off the Merlot

She'll be outside when I hit curb bro

Just left work bro finna hit the stu next

It's been 4 weeks now

I saved two checks

And I ain't reach mass debt

But ain't seen the cash yet

I'm focused on residual

I'm focused on the assets

Made it this far

Ain't kissed an ass yet

Yeah

And that's a mad flex

Shorty blow line

She want that ass wet

Yeah

And I passed yet

But a nigga been blocking out the hate

And all of the distractions

Hope this tape get a lil bit of traction

Overwork myself, now I'm crashin

Mind turn dark like some black tint

Goosebumps crawl on my black skin

Couple scuffs on my grey rims

Whip need a little bit of maintenance

You can't look too fly in a fake Benz

You can't see too clear through a fake lens

Mama always told me make friends

But all that does give you all these fake friends

And you know

I hate them

And you know

I hate them

I always find it harder to be

I can't help myself

Call me King David

Fulfilling all of the prophecies

Create my own philosophies

A young black Socrates

Fuck a can or maybe or possibly

Yeah there gotta be

More to this life

Then the shit that you and I can see

Cuz it don't make sense

How people die young

You had potential

But a nigga wanna drive drunk

You something special

But the cop had a handgun

These the typa thoughts

That hit my mind at once

Let the j burn

Let the time drift

Kinda funny

We don't even know what time is

We play it good

And don't understand shit

But I understand

That ain't shit handed

Niggas on they ass

While they prayin on a mansion

If it was that easy nigga

Everybody have it

Maybe up in heaven

When we all livin lavish

This life so beautiful

But still so tragic

You was here and now you gone

Just like magic

But there's beauty in the pain

Methods to the madness

But I promise

We'll all recover from the damage

We'll all recover from the damage