[MUSIC PLAYING]
[? What ?] a sad
(RAPPING) Now, usually, they say this in a positive light,
but I'mma put my own spin on it.
I fell down one too many times, and it's so crazy.
Who would have thought that I had no luck with women?
Who would have thought that I'd get shat
on, even among my peers?
Who would've thought that I'd have it so hard
and shed so many tears?
Who would have thought that I'd be an unsung hero?
Who would have thought that I'd say, "Shit sucks, bro."
Y'all ain't ready for this conversation,
so often unspoken.
Even though that's the case, we're
talking about something that's grounded in reality.
It feels like an abnormality.
Cheer me up with your own story.
See how that flies.
I don't know how many lies I've been told.
It's probably too many.
I don't think anything could have made me
prepared for all the treatment.
[INAUDIBLE] that straight up affected me so permanently.
I guess you could say I've always stood alone.
Haters trying to stunt my shine like a traffic cone.
Who would have thought that I'd have no luck with women?
Who would have thought that I'd get shat
on, even among my peers?
Who would have thought that I'd have it so hard
and shed so many tears?
Who would've thought that I'd be an unsung hero?
Who would have thought that I'd say, "Shit sucks, bro."
Sometimes there's shit I can't get behind.
I just want to rewind to the part
where I actually understood it.
It was about something I shouldn't even do.
Just because it makes sense to me
doesn't mean it has to make sense to you.
I literally have a sad life.
Too many people have treated me like crap even when I told them
that I rap.
I honestly didn't think I'd get so much hate
because of something that's somehow not great.
And it doesn't have to do with music.
It has to do with how I present myself off the mic.
So what if I have a billion unpopular opinions?
Rejection is heartbreak on another level.
Because imagine dreaming of being with someone,
and you ask them to make that a reality.
Then they go ha, ha, hell no, you shitty.
What we have is just fragments of friendship.
At this point, I've lost my grip on the situation between us.
And now, I think I can fully adjust to this reality that
has total control over me.
Who would have thought that I'd have no luck with women?
Who would have thought that I'd get shat
on, even among my peers?
Who would have thought that I'd have it so hard
and shed so many tears?
Who would have thought that I'd be an unsung hero?
Who would have thought that I'd say, "Shit sucks, bro."
You can say that I'm embracing my struggle.
There was something intense I wanted.
So I stood up and tried to spark it, but it just never started.
How could I be born loved and raised hated?
The reason can't be because I'm ill-fated.
Who cares if my style is outdated.
I truly believe that I have a good heart,
but I kind of don't know how to tell other people that.