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Trieda' tell me I won't be shit,
Now I'm beastin', my mind tweaking,
Burnt out every single weekend,
Never let these hatin niggas see me weakened,
Never let these hoes catch me sneaking,
But fuck that, lettem know my so-called privacy,
Cause my life goes further than what ya eyes can see,
You cant bother me, you only honor me
With your shit talk
You can't fathom me, you can't father me,
No matter what you bring up,
Hollup, lemme see whats gon get lit up
Cause I ain't gettin litten, if it ain't stinking, or it ain't sticky.
Before I roll up, let me inspect it
If you in a hurry, wait a couple seconds,
Sit down, cause you getting me nervous.
I know you're down, but this loud bouta make a disturbance.
The stars is what we worship
This life is an evolving circuit,
but you niggas just stay reversing.
Stay rehearsing, the same old verses,
Claiming they new, talking shit online,
But nothing in person
I ain't surprised, not even worried.
Claiming you'll kill, but I on't feel the courage.
Claiming you real, but ain't got a purpose
Stainless steel, up in ya purses,
Bitch ass niggas man, that's for certain.
Fake ass niggas man, acting like serpents.
But ain't shit urgent, so who you rushing?
Carrying burdens like an AK carried by Russians.
Thought about self-destruction.
now I just throw my thoughts onna track like its nothing.
Shout out to New Era.
All that hating is just motivation
Its funny when the ones that label. themselves ya boi's, is the ones that doubt you the most.
Niggas that ain't doing shit with they lives,
Is busy talking bout mine.
Saying I can't rap, that I don't rhyme.
But the same ones claiming that saying that it's they time.
And I aint playing that, the shit you make ain't fuckin with mine.
The shit you say, is really all lies.
Claim you getting paid, with no nine to five.
My mind used to be classified,
I used to just pass a five, to pacify, instead I vocalized, let my pain intertwine,
Like this enty, flavor of wine.
Life like joy and pain just combined.
I need a break,
Let me remind, if you read between the lines, you could read my mind.
You can feel my sorrows,
As the sunrise, im aching for tomorrow.
Mistakes got me feeling hollow
High as soprano,
You acting with bravado,
But when it falls down, there's no true niggas I know.
Aint nobody fucking with ya,
Ya flow should be embargoed,
Fucking with hoes that been borrowed.
You just love to follow,
But I do my own thing, the fucking motto.
IDMOT till I fucking die hoe,
Hating ass nigga, can't stop my throttle,
All this pain, I kept it bottled
Call me insane, till i turn a fossil.
Still i did it my way, this my fucking gospel.