Naked - Tom MacDonald

I’m doing my best

I keep telling y’all that I’m stressed

Give it everything and no less

They are really good but I’m best

Go in number one look what’s next

Made like twenty million, no flex

They all shooting at me, no vest

Please stop praying for me, I’m blessed

Keep my circle small, no guests

Got anxiety in my chest

I can’t lie to y’all, I’m depressed

My life wild, dog, I’m a mess

Got security for the threats

All these enemies that I get

Tryna find a little respect

They been speaking outta they neck

It’s been screwing with me, no sex, God

Feel like I’m the best

I just keep on shutting down these features

Like they frozen on my desktop

Yes, y’all

Eating all these rappers like a mess hall

Thousand miles an hour

I don’t ever take a rest stop

Slept on

Homie you should probably save your breath, dog

I ain’t tryna hear it

'Cause lately I just forget Lord’s

Pep talks

I don’t need advice or to be checked on

I just need my wifey

In a bed that I can rest on

even when I’m naked

Haters, that’s heartbreaking, ain’t it?

Yeah

even when I’m naked

Haters, that’s heartbreaking, ain’t it?

You know I’m the man

I built all of this with my hands

Ain’t no record label, just fans

I do everything that I can

I’d do anything for my fam

Ain’t no diamonds on me, no brands

Gave like a hundred grand to my dad

This all going according to my plan

This my destiny, it ain’t chance

Y’all cancel me like Rosanne

Y’all so jelly, I mean no jam

Y’all the type of folk I can’t stand

Can’t get clout?

Don’t give no damns

I got plaques on plaques on plaques

On plaques on plaques

I’m just doing what they can’t

No cap no cap no cap no cap no cap, y’all

Feel like I’m the rap god

No, that ain’t a diss on Eminem

He practically why I rap, dog

Paparazzi cameras

See the flash in my backyard

Addicted to my work

'Cause my world doper than crack rocks

Back off, let me blast off

When we last talked, it was drama

I ain’t playing with you like a sandbox

I ain’t hanging with you, tryna trash talk

I been cutting ties like a hack saw

Y’all been on my balls like a handjob

sitting with me like a lapdog

And I keep my word like a chat log, yuh

even when I’m naked

Haters, that’s heartbreaking, ain’t it?

Yeah

even when I’m naked

Haters, that’s heartbreaking, ain’t it?

I’m ready to go

It’s like if you know then you know

I ain’t keeping enemies close

If you’re bros on bros we’re bros

You might wanna whip me, I don’t

I ain’t running round with no hoes

I don’t live my life by your code

I just work my hands to the bone

I don’t grind it out of for the dough

I need peace inside of my soul

I need karma helping me grow

I need love inside of my home

Pray I fail, I promise I won’t

All my album plaques made of gold

Man, I stacked up five in a row

Man, I don’t got no rich haters

All of them are dumb broke

Stab me in the back

I’m leaving cut-throat

Skipping over everyone

Don’t even need a jump rope

Gun smoke

Took so many shots I should be blood soaked

Aiming for the stars

I keep it moving like a tug boat

Young folks

I know that it’s hard for y’all to trust most

Life gets so confusing

So stay tuned to what your gut knows

Rough roads

Always make it tough to keep your cup full

If you can’t take the heat

Then you’ll find out when you get sun stroke

even when I’m naked

Haters, that’s heartbreaking, ain’t it?

Yeah

even when I’m naked

Haters, that’s heartbreaking, ain’t it?

even when I’m naked

Haters, that’s heartbreaking, ain’t it?

Yeah

even when I’m naked

Haters, that’s heartbreaking, ain’t it?