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I get mad when the world tries not to reciprocate in the form of bad friends

I guess I'm too God-like. I'm in a love affair with man.
He breaks my heart, he lets me down, but I still give what I can. A n***a tries. If I'm the s**t then that makes you the flies.
In my grill.

Can never hold me down but when money come round' you down to chill. How you think that makes a n***a feel? I'm Forreal.
I still struggle eventhough I'm blessed.

Tryin to help everyone I know leaves me stressed. Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
I should just pick up and disappear like my father. He might've had it right.

I don't want to see the downfall of man, so I fight, but why? You see, a n***a try.
But b*****s can't say 'thank you' or be there and that makes a n***a cry.

So never forget when I tell you that I'm done with y'all, that you were the inspiration for my dream-shattered downfall

PART TWO: Carry on like I'm not here. Carry on.
But don't look up all surprised when I'm gone.
Don't try to keep me, pretending to give a f**k. Always looking around for the next corner to cut. You cut mine again and you gonna need some luck
Cuz I'm tired.
All my listening capacity has expired.
All I do for you just goes about muted.
Then you wonder who got me lookin sideways; You did
But it's all chill. All it takes is a selfish b***h for this friendship to be killed
And I slayed it.
You ditched me for carry-out, but I paid it cuz I was faded
Now I'm sober.
But still drunk enough to tell your a*s that it's over.
So that empty chair in the corner from where I used to stare is now bare.
Go tell all them n****s why I'm no longer there...