There's nothing that I dread more than small talk Fake interest, and questions in that ball park Like how I'm supposed to answer what you doing how you been?... Nothing. I've been sad nigga But I don't talk about it, I don't let me feelings out While y'all be faking on the gram, these mental illnesses for clout Been giving zero fucks bout what they say about me lately I hate myself, way more, than you could ever hate me Yet somehow love myself, way more than they'll ever love me That's lovely! And why I put none of you fucks above me Peeped how y'all did Mac. Peeped how y'all did Nipsey Live, have 2 brothers then die, have 250 Lost all my damn gumption. Stressed and I can't function Options was slam dunkin, or walk-in, with cans dumpin' Causing more rambunction, than Brexit, or more Trump wins Ready, to start, slumping. That's when my fam jumped in Yo, I know, you fed up But someone needs to step up You gots to keep ya head up Yo, I know, you fed up But someone needs to step up You gots to keep ya head up My man I know you fed up But someone needs to step up You gots to keep ya head up Yo, I know, you fed up But someone needs to step up You gots to keep ya head up