It’s hard to inhale in hell, fuck it, I want my angel wings

Ain’t shit right, 90 degrees couldn’t change how this angle seems

Just enduring the pain of things, walking and looking for a better step

Feeling like Pretty Ricky, ain’t shit been popping since pleasure left

But fuck it, everyone has problems, I ain’t tryna be a burden

I can only guess the problems in your life, but there are problems for certain

But your acts are left behind curtains, that’s col with me but I go off

Hard ass life, but I’m achieving hoping that’s no reason to go soft

Hoping I don’t get lost, but I been maturing, on some older shit

Laundry list of problems, dirty drawers is one – all this leftover shit

Like I told a chick, pride is like the nut, sometimes you gotta swallow it

But fuck that, I can’t afford to hold any extra weight like a model chick

So every word is pound dropped, and I’m still far from anorexic

Swear there’s a phony virus going around and i ain’t never been affected

A nigga immune to the outside bullshit, that’s where my problems begin

Because everything I’m dealing with is going on within