CZKing - My Cards

Yo
Czking
Why they envy me for?
Still alive, can’t care less what you say about me
Lemme put it in a melody

Why they envy my smile, they envy my style
Meanwhile i ain’t even got no one to dial
They try jock my style, even the jocks, i feel a joker
As i’m higher than kings and queens, but i dont even play poker
No money on me, just enough for a bottle, maybe who knows
I’ll find the lady i wanna give my baby, first date we might overdose
That’s a jokе; i’m tired of that
They still relying on that
Thеy’re broke from weak shit and they denying on that
This uni shit seems so hostile meanwhile i’m convincing this that life in utopia
I’m tryna find the other half, i only found the dystopians
People that try make me angry, i think it’s personal
Don’t know who they are so how can i even take it personal
But i lose hope sometimes and can’t tell if it’s me or them moving backwards
Not even a toxicity thing, just plain playing dumb
Feels like we the same, but i’m so distant now
It’s probably cause i’m humble
Now that don’t really sound the same
Another thing is i don’t really have no one to blame, cause it’s past
Each new person is just people moving past
And everytime i feel the smallest spark i feel like i’m causing it on myself
This search for more feels like i’m killing myself, but it’s so slow
Always the pettiest thing, like i think she’s the one but she’s a petty queen, no one though tells me my flaws
Maybe who knows, i’m just over-aiming and i’m no better
My cards now?
Alright, let’s get it

I really can’t give a fuck, on what you quack
When i walk you duck, so why you even bother
Can’t be yourself cause of fear, why i even bother
Keep acting same and then jelly i got balls to be myself
Life here ain’t all sunshine anyway, but you know that i just can’t care less to stay depressed
There’s a lot of shit i wanna get off of my chest, and it’s either track or nothing now
Cause i don’t want rumours circulating like i don’t think i know my real mother
Never proper talked to, childhood inside cause of language and expulsion from school, maybe schizo or my old principle an epstein friend, he even got him dead
Can’t trust cameras, money making people wanting me dead
Feel like hits on me cause i talk to myself
Why it always laying on me
Delaying on me
Death circulating, i guess 9th floor wasn’t ready for me
I got bigger problems than what a bunch of pricks got to tell, don’t know shit, but love talk shit
Really miss me with that shit, cause i’m busy fighting me, i’m delusional or maybe i just know better

No better than the rest, maybe just a bit more charming
Try it bitch, sad fucks
“but i’m happy when i cry”
Haha