Off The Record 4

Quincy Tellem

The difference between me and them, I always kept it thorough

But this year I probably had the worst fucking summer

I lost a best friend, three months later lost my brother

She's high risk, I can't even hug my own mother

That's a different kind of pain, a pain you can't explain

What's the dough and all the fame when I've got people I'll never see again?

That shit would turn you insane

But for the sake of my mum I know I've gotta maintain

In my position you've gotta do it all

This year I ain't done no shows but I'm still the one paying for this funeral

Real talk man, I've been through it all

I made M's, thank god I ain't blew it all

Was it love or did you love me for the bread?

How many times I dropped the bag and took that pressure off the head?

I should've been investing instead

But the love was really real, I had to make sure they was fed

I do for people that would never do the same for me

And all I got was treated ungratefully

All these heartbreaks have really started changing me

Just pray for me

Mental health runs in my family

Ellie asked if I'm good, I said I have to be

One thing money can't buy is your sanity

Lord knows I can't take another tragedy

Real talk I've gotta pattern my surroundings

'Cause this loyalty has cost me thousands

When you're in this deep, feels like you're drowning

Every time my phone rings, my heart's pounding

Every time I close my eyes, I see my brother's face

He's got a four-year-old, I've gotta take my brother's place

But right now I need some fucking space

Even in my own mind I don't feel fucking safe

Bros shoulders, I'm the man of my household

I come a long way from hand-me-down clothes

I was raised by G's, all the OG's and South knows

I can't argue with no doughnut that I've outsold

I've got a heavy heart

Good intentions, that's why we're really set apart

Struggling to see the light when it was getting dark

This is real life, I wish that I could press restart

Fuck the clout, I really put on for the bits

Ask the real ones that's really in the mix

I got two hundred grand in whips but I'm on lockdown

So I can't even drive them on the strip

I get hunches before I know for sure

I don't even need to say, the mandem know the score

I told the label next year if I can't go on tour

I've got a quarter mil to turn my hood to Baltimore

Real talk blud I'm passionate and paranoid

Really had my plan destroyed

There's only certain tests you can avoid

When I made it, brought my dogs blud, them man employed

Reminiscing on the good days that man enjoyed

This is the colder me

I've got a four-bedroom house but it's only me

But right now I need a shoulder B

I pray Narv and big bro are watching over me