I AM (Sad Nigga Shit) Lyrics

What's treason

In a game of chess

When your knights turn on you fast

So I check my mates

And my circle is small

I'm protected

Ain't too much to it

There's no checklist

And all you gotta do is be real

Keep an eye open for the steal

That means

Stayin' alert for the gang

Don't get murked

It's much similar to gang shoot outs

Fights over turfs

With all these eyes on me

I feel anxiety is boutta get one over me

I feel it's over me when niggas force the chemistry

It's all inside of me when thoughts abort intricacies

I

Wanted to show her the world

But reality's so funny when life makes you hit the curve

And feelings don't mean shit

Past memories thrown in the dirt

I swear I kept it moving more often than I deserved

I

I'm trynna get more personal

Open up my door

It's so risky but I can't be sure

What it's really for

Is it therapy? I can't be sure

What it's really for

Is it money? For the fame galore

What's it really for

I just know I love this rap shit

I'm on it more than a passion

It's honest,

The satisfaction from always hitting the beat

In the most intricate of moments

I know I can be corny

But yo! At least it flows

The rhytmics that make my sonics

For sure

I'm getting better after every song

It's been a long way since recording phones

And sleepless nights trynna write all my songs

And stressing over shit I ain't deserve

And then I smoke so I control my nerves

Now we entered level 2

Yeah

I love this rap shit, I'm on it

More than a passion, I always

Make sure that the growth is consistent

I practice more than envisioned

With studio repetition

It's all for the vision, a mission

And make it past competition

I know we're growing together

But shit I want to make it

At the top of the scene

Cause I rap too clean

And it's over me

How I ain't OD on beats, on tree

Cause I smoke these fuckers daily

And I don't have time for pity

Shit lightweight, like it was petite

And I'm on my feet

Fuck an address imma go IP

Ipman, it's blows on blows

Cause my fist deadly

Same for my D

And more

And she looking good

Foshaw

Kinda miss her though

You know

Over a year we were together man

It hurt and even though we coulda fixed it

Man she tapped out first

But then she changed her mind

And when she hit me up

I could never go back

Even though, I still loved her

Sad Nigga Shit