Running with scizzors

aye.

In love with fame since the struggle came, brung bundles of hunger pains from my younger days, runnin game
Im a runaway, In a home still homeless, only seek solace in the place less colder
sis told me im self centered on a beat
im like "bitch, this rap shits therapy"
should i talk about bitches, limits in the system?
passive aggressive disses to vent little issues?
darkside karma with a bad luck fetish?
or how I dont fuck with niggas like lesbians?

-or-

Ill let you guess, but bitch make it quick
Im gettin a bit antsy, and I cant find cigarettes
I aint perfect, I just make it look good
tryna hold self, fuck holdin a grudge.