Drawing Symbols

This shit called the truth (Oh)
Dubba-AA flex
Know what Im sayin, no rap clout (Oh, oh)
***** really be goin through some shit (Oh, oh)
Gotta let a mother****er know, know what Im sayin (Oh, oh)
You dont know a ***** like we do (Oh, oh)
This shit called the truth (Oh, oh, yeah)
This is the sound (Oh, oh)
They say Choppa got a baby, he aint nothin but fifteen
The ***** lied to his face, she didnt take a Plan B
Nine months later, now the ***** Chop with his seed
He cant handle all his problems, so he smoke a lil weed
Mentally he hurtin, every day he suffer from depression
They ask him whats wrong, but he can never express it
This shit way too personal, stop askin him questions
This a true story that they got a ***** confessin
Conflict with his parents, they keep kickin him out
He walked to his friends house, he had to sleep on the couch
His momma think he goin crazy, tryna figure him out
Dad think he *** *e dup and he said that he foul
Startin to feel empty and he dont know what to do
He disrespectin all the teachers, he a menace in school
Students thinkin he a dummy cause he act like a fool
But they dont know a ***** life and what he goin through
Im bipolar and I got anger issues
Im scared of the outcome so I dont tell the truth
Runnin from my problems, I dont know what to do
So much pain in my raps, I confess in the booth
Why these *****s steady hatin, man, I dont have a clue
Dreek tellin me to chill, but Ima give him the blues
If he run up on me, I swear to God Ima shoot
Its my life or his, you know which one Ima choose
He might be goin insane cause every night that he cry
Tears rollin down his cheeks until he close his eyes
He told his momma he dont care if he dead or alive
Fatal thoughts of suicide, he wanna take his life
Lovin basketball but he dont live it no more
Fighting with his teammates, cussin out the coach
Yeah, ussin out the coach, uh, *****, ayy
Heartbroken, he cant show no love
Love would get a ***** killed and its hard to trust
I dont * *** with too many, they might set me up
One phone call, they can get a ***** wetter
Sometimes I really wanna die and dont give a ****
Put your tool in the sky for your loved one
Snakes all in the grass, I had to mow em
Snakes all in the grass, I had to mow em
Im bipolar and I got anger issues
Im scared of the outcome so I dont tell the truth
Runnin from my problems, I dont know what to do
So much pain in my raps, I confess in the booth
Why these *****s steady hatin, man, I dont have a clue
Dreek tellin me to chill, but Ima give him the blues
If he run up on me, I swear to God Ima shoot
Its my life or his, you know which one Ima choose
You know which one I'ma choose, ayy
You know which one Ima choose, ayy
Ayy, and *****, this here the truth
Ayy, this here the truth
You know which one Ima choose, you know which one Ima choose
In this life that Im winning and young ***** cant lose, yeah
*****, you know which one Ima choose
You know which one Ima choose
This is the Sound