SynTheOne - Lately (feat. Crafty 8)

Lately, I ain't been feelin' like myself
These drugs been helping my mental health
Tryna keep my niggas up out them cells
Lately, I ain't been tryna ask for no help
Finna run up these bands all by myself
Got a bunch of bad hoes under my belt
Lately, feel like they ain't care about how I felt
Say fuck me till they need my help
Tryna figure out a way to pass down my wealth
They ridin my wave like Michael Phelps
Told my brother that it's more to life, but he gon' keep on gettin' them kills
No handy man got so many tools, but he still keep on pullin' them drills
Came from the bottom, and we been eatin', but I'm still tryna get my first mill
Mind feel like a battlefield
Make sure I put my niggas on them boys my soldiers
Man of my house gotta put my family on my shoulders
Me and her been gettin' closer and closer
Fuckin with her for years, but it still feel like I don't know her
Know I gotta get up out my own way
Tell myself it's temporary okay
Me and bro, runnin shit, we on our own wave
Wanna maximize my future, gotta let go of my old days
Lately, I ain't been feelin' like myself
These drugs been helpin my mental health
Tryna keep my niggas up out them cells
Lately, I ain't been tryna ask for no help
Finna run up these bands all by myself
Got a bunch of bad hoes under my belt
Lately, feel like they ain't care about how I felt
Say fuck me till they need my help
Tryna figure out a way to pass down my wealth
They ridin my wave like Michael Phelps
I say, lately, she wantin burkins
Sorry, baby, you know
Too hurt, but so hard body, know it's sound crazy listen
I got some remy, is you gon' finish with me
Go out to dinner with me
Get your kid, when we got pretty pennies
This how we livin'
Trippin', cause your friends wanna peel me out my garments
It's an open market, and I'm up raging in the tar pit
Come save me, mama
I don't see nobody, but it save me
I say, tryna take it honest, but no, I can't go chase you, darlin'
Hate be callin' in
It's typical that the haters frolic
Most be dockin' and ride the wave
It wasn't even on the options
Missin' callin's
I'm doin' business like a coroner office
And lately, I been too cautious, tryna reach the toppie
Lately, I ain't been feelin' like myself
These drugs been helpin' my mental health
Tryna keep my niggas up out them cells
Lately, I ain't been tryna ask for no help
Finna run up these bands all by myself
Got a bunch of bad hoes under my belt
Lately, feel like they ain't care about how I felt
Say fuck me till they need my help
Tryna figure out a way to pass down my wealth
They ridin' my wave like Michael Phelps

Written by:
Syncere Cumpian

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