Jake Hill - Kinda Mad Kinda Not lyrics

[Verse 1] Still been working at the same job White Chevy and I'll never get a paint job Keep the .38 locked in the glove box Wanna try me we can rock the gloves on Cause I never wanna fight nobody Cause I got no money for the med bills Ilya philly be shootin at 'em with them med sk** After something bigger than a dream took a red pill b**hes never get back with me But I send a text still Lightweight 2 shots to the face dead Got no commas in my bank but I chase bread First blood in my lane so I stay fed You only care about the game what my ex said Now you wanna hit me up You see me comin up Like I ain't see that sh** you're pulling b**h you know I'll call your bluff But all I need is my day ones I've known 'em for 2 months I swear if I make it I won't forget what i came from I started from nothing, I'm talking literally nothing I haven't seen a label yet but I can feel it, its coming I got a pill in my stomach for when I'm scaling the summit I'm shaking thinking about it Never thought of what I'm becoming I hate my old self Never thought of anybody but my own self But who am I kidding, f** everybody else Like they in my business like they providing help Like storyful, f** you, my sh** is my own sh** I see you looking at me tryna get in my profit Don't need your sh**ty promo cause I promise I got this Don't got that much exposure but I'm never gon stop this So s** on my co*k, b**h [Verse 2] Aye Lil Dicky Tryna see if you wanna get with me Not in the gay way but maybe we can kick it Talk about our cities and the sh** that We been getting in, tryna do the funny rap And having trouble fitting in I don't got b**hes and I don't got hoes But maybe we could pull them If we ever did a show And take them back to the hotel And make us some rotel And take them on the bus And maybe get us some road tail Could never top the level Of the cleverness of your an*logies I only made it to 11th grade, I hate it But I'm proud of me Vocabulary ain't the greatest But i make it seem to be I'd say we could get faded But I had to stop the weed Anxiety took over me You lying don't get close to me I'm trying to be something more Than what I'm meant to be My heart staying empty but I'm staying busy I keep my brain occupied, several identities (Uh, several Identities as in Jake Hill, DJBOOTYbu*t and Lil Pinecone) [Verse 3] b**h I been living low Motherf**ers wanna see me choke I'm the motherf**er with an all black soul Never come and see me When I'm only down the road See me coming up and now you wanna be my bro You know how it goes when you're making moves Tryna get up out my city what I got to lose But im pretty confident in my ability to really see who really There for me and wanna see me Make it in the industry my enemies befriending me Its clear to me that entities have entered me To show exactly what im meant to be I put the past behind me Cause i'm headed toward my destiny I'm picking up the pieces i can't seem to find the rest of me But maybe this is best for me All the negative sh** thats going on around me was a test to me I'm on a mission and im feigning for it desperately I try to word it best I can it to make it sound respectfully But f** approval, i dont want a partnership I'll just refuse 'em, they spark an interest in me I just shut 'em down, defuse 'em Kept my marbles in a jar But I just seem to lose 'em My haters are like h**n, I just abuse em