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Man, it's been so much **** on my mental
I just been sitting here fiddling with the pen and ****
While y'all sitting round playing round with y'all life
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Been dealing with stress the size of this ******* planet
Chickenheads playing round on my phone, i can’t stand it
****** around me showing me fake love
Make me want to do what oj did and put on the glove
But my spirit won’t let me petty, but i stay ready
For any static cause these ****** they love test me
And i’m starting to feel like they thinking i’m sweet
But it’s cool, cause this walk wasn’t made for the weak
All made in his image, but he made me a lil betta
I may be hella short but he made me way mo cleva
Cause everybody from atlanta rhyme and ****
But i can guarantee nobody here rhymes like this
Cause my passion for the music goes way deeper than the art
Y’all rapping for some jewels, but i’m writing from my heart
If you ain’t writing with purpose, then what the **** you rapping for
Cause i done felt some **** i ain’t tryna feel no mo
My cousin died tryna feed his family, ***** crazy
My other cousin walking 28 and a baby
Some people be thinking this **** is a game
But it’s all fun in the game till you start feeling the pain
Then that pain turns to trauma that you’re forced to deal with
Now you tryna get revenge but that don’t heal ****
Temporary relief in this weed in them swishers
But that don’t help after a while, so here come the liquors
Now you tryna find a new high, that supplies you a new lie
You know something subtle that’ll do enough to get by
That’s where music comes in, it saved my life
I use writing like a virtue that i treat like a vice
I can’t help it, it gives me the same feeling as rolling dice
That lucky seven or eleven, got me feeling nice
And i bet i hit it twice
Like how lighting strikes this earth
And i’m deep in my bag like a hairpin in her purse
And i’m too cool, so how could i ever skirt
And i’m spazzin' too so excuse me if i blurt
And she think i’m cute, so excuse her if she flirt
And all my exes want me back, that gotta hurt
But it’s on to the next, i stomp when i step
No subtweetin' so when i speak it’s direct
Always giving my all, i record then i rest
If you got a problem with me talk to god and be blessed
Amen
Woo
Amen
Amen