Locksmith - Olive Branch lyrics

[Verse 1: Locksmith] For every label they wasn't able to place on me For every second they second guessed & embraced phony n***as pitch to him every stitch is a b**h to unthread Deeply woven, they chose to switch it as they stone me The same Stoic & hopeless look you look upon is looked and pawned off by defeatists since we were Fetus' They feed us nothing but left-overs; I stepped over with stilts and rebottled the same Milk you once wept over Expect nothing & no one will work as hard as you do So I'm confused when these n***as call me & stress over sh** they should've corrected before they started They beggin' for my advice, but I'm focused on my success forward Every mistake that I ever made was a growth point I understand the bruise that you take when fall & don't point The finger or the blame on another person that's striving to Want others to ride, but have no idea where you drivin' to Surprised a few, but The System here is not sufficient The candidates just can't negate my suspicions Cause regardless of Race, Gender, Religion Rapper's co-signing a Politician is still a Politician And the problem isn't what most discovered Instead of complainin' I started workin' while most would suffer And stopped chasin' thirsty Journalist who secretly wanna be bigger than the Artists they supposed to cover Am I supposed to cover my ears? Turn a blind eye when noone can find why the fine line has lost most its buffer The whole structure and foundation has crumbled If you go againt the grain they accuse you of not being humble Should I play it subtle? Not a chance Pretend help from these n***as became a common stance I had to look at myself distinct Expect to sink if you ever think they'll extend an Olive Branch [Verse: 2 Locksmith] Yeah... f** it I got a message from this Rapper in my Inbox. It started well I responded with gratitude & respect When he didn't get the answer he wanted, that's when it turned stale Then he attacking my character in his text I know You can't expect to please everybody They ain't satisfied til they see you bleed from your body I can patronize or honestly speak about it If I have to lie I'd rather leave than keep the shroud up For 4 years I did nothing at all Suffocated by Self-Hatred; I externally thawed Dropped some bars, disappeared Write songs that you'd never hear Then my girl got in her ear, told me "Get on your job" f** it My Mothers' gone I might as well if I can write it well I can slide the scale & tip it my way Every night I wailed But I failed to commit; The surface was cold And sacrificed what we had built for my personal goals I tried to get back on the track I lagged on, but whether in that storm proved to be the straw on the Camel's back that we stacked on Will it snap? Or am I strong enough to pa** on these b**hes I reply through DM & double-tap on Now tack on the fact that I'm tryin' to complete this album More focused with details while they more concerned with volume How then do you explain my resilience to spit? In other words, I was built for this sh** My n***a, this is me