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Every single day I wake up and I try to take care of my kids bro. You know what I'm sayin'? I'm out the way, I'm not into the gossip, I'm ain't into none of that But it be the same ones I help out- the same ones, bro! Tryna block my blessings. Like that karma will turn and it gon happen to them. You feel me? I helped them out, this how they do me. They talk about me, they, they wanna take the foods off my plate- look at my babies, bro! You know what I'm sayin'? And they want me to be normal? They want me to be normal, bro?! Like I won't dump one of 'em! Like they don't know where I been, my nigga! You know what I'm sayin'? Gunshots whizz by, someone just died Oh my, little one's outside No one's surprised I guess it's normal for me Woah, oh-oh, ohhhh Yeah, yeah Aye, aye Go to the doctor for something normal and they'll ask me if I'm suicidal I guess it's protocol in the field Omaha, I don't even want the title I wanna be truthful but confidentiality isn't real, we been lied to In my car right in front of the hospital, contemplating, "should I go while it idles?" I'm on my way out this parking lot (skrrtt skrrtt) Back to self-medicating with uppers and downers, and I really pray that my heart gon pop I don't wanna get triggered, might spark a shot Get the liquor- don't care if it's dark or not Had to quit for my babies, they're all I got Circled back but someone took my parking spot I'm so full of shit Letras de cancionesIt is what it is Po (w) -po (w) made, so some came and them bullets hit Your oppression ain't been on their bulletin It's an everyday struggle, we're butting when You got clean but then back on them drugs again Your assurance? or assistance from dopamine? You and your partner done fell out of love again Homie just overdosed, this what we up against? But I guess it's normal for me Bro I'm not normal I'm not on the internet bro Don't tell me what them niggas is talkin' about I don't give a fuck about none of 'em bro Something happen to them in real life your little fake ass posts People ask, can you be normal for me? Niggas be talkin' about each other and then go - you know what I mean? No-o, oh-oh, ohhh Look at these fake ass muhfuckas bro I don't want no - I don't wan't no parts You feel me? Mom sick, dad sick, I got two autistic kids Gunshots whizz by, someone just died Oh my, little one's outside I don't give a fuck about they little rap songs, they lil funny ass posts nigga No one's surprised It ain't direct, it ain't respected I guess it's normal for me Somethin' will really happen to one of 'em bro I'm over here trynna be normal, don't wanna scare the money away Woah, oh-oh, ohhhh Bro on my momma I'll hurt one of 'em bro Dead homies Yeah, yeah Aye It's normal to stay high, it's normal to stay drunk And not normal to say hi, just normal to straight mug Normal to take lives and normal to spray guns Cause woke is a straight lie so nobody wakes up Normal to straight diss, not normal to make up It's normal to hit and quit, not normal to make love It's normal to see death when you scroll everyday, huh It's normal to make jokes till you're on the page, huh Normal for baby mama's and fathers when they beef Normal for colored people to always be angry Normal to bang B's or normal to bang C's Or normal to see the ghetto and know where the gangs beef And normal for diabetes when knowin' what they eat Normal to have a parent, you know y'all, which ain't speak Normal to have a house and a cold that you can't heat And partners that's up-state that you're hopin' that they free Yeah, it's normal to have haters where you from They rather support strangers than you, huh Normal to being in the ward; how I grew up Cause it's normal to be not normal, that's the new one Therapy is not normally spoke of Kid's outside where they normally sold drugs I might be a psycho that they know of And when my symptoms do show up I guess it's normal for me Baby momma's playin with the kids you know what I'm sayin bro Like I'm just... I'm on the edge homie People ask, can you be normal for me? I'm not one of these, niggas flexin' on the gram like it's really like that Imma keep it a hunnid nigga I'm broke nigga No-o, oh-oh, ohhh I'm trynna get to it, you feel me? I might go get back on - I might Gunshots whizz by, someone just died Niggas don't give a fuck about my wellbeing bro Oh my, little one's outside You know what I'm sayin'? No one's surprised But they want me to show up and smile bro, you know what I'm sayin? I guess it's normal for me They want me smile, be happy, smile for the camera Nigga fuck no nigga Woah, oh-oh, ohhhh Get used to not seein' me around nigga From Letras Mania