[Produced by LXST]
[Verse: TZB]
Uh, they think I rap for entertainment
The beat is my therapist, I’m just making statements
Emotional damage the only thing sustaining
How they managed to get famous, and they still complaining?
What got the whole world so fucking anxious?
Little kids feeling stressed, so they started vaping
Saw that life ain’t shit, their minds couldn’t take it
Yeah, same reason why I’m here drinking
Fuck niggas tried making up my deathbed
I stayed up like Christ resurrected
Accident had a brace on my left hand
Only ‘cause I wasn’t moving right when it happened
How you think you the sickest, boy?
I’m like Chicago, I drill out the iller noise
I’m killing microphones, hitting chords while talking on it
You brought your best flow, but I’m bored, just walking on it, uh
Your style isn’t new, yeah
But what else is new?
Flexing on the Gram, no, you’re not wrong for that
But you still move around like you got shit to prove
What is life worth, everybody tryna make it
All these niggas whipping work like them crackas whipping Haitians
My brother stole whips, now that boy incarcerated
I probably coulda saved him with a honest conversation
I sorta feel jaded, I need some more inspiration
Like that time CUTTHROAT was driving in his Mercedes
Anthony Bourdain, I’ll see where my hunger takes me
Other starving artists been full of themselves lately
I’m so underground, this flow is from the pavement
I’m putting verses down in my notes with full pages
Yes, I got a record for every single occasion
Still doing me, fulfilling my obligations
Your audience is fickle, my audience always waiting
If they voted in the hood, I would probably get nominations
Plenty niggas wanted my spot and occupation
Even though you the boss, subordinates always hating
People feel blessed to listen to my creation
It sound like straight heaven, I’m hellbent on amazement
Pouring out my soul, just hoping that God saves it
If I see a good amount on a contract, I’ll take it
My nigga, time’s wasting
Almost three decades alive inside the matrix
I lost six months because of incarceration
I’m tryna make it up, I do not go on vacation
Bitches online just primed for activation
Dying to get noticed to get a notification
We let these devices blind a generation
I’m taking it back to basics
[Verse: TZB]
Uh, they think I rap for entertainment
The beat is my therapist, I’m just making statements
Emotional damage the only thing sustaining
How they managed to get famous, and they still complaining?
What got the whole world so fucking anxious?
Little kids feeling stressed, so they started vaping
Saw that life ain’t shit, their minds couldn’t take it
Yeah, same reason why I’m here drinking
Fuck niggas tried making up my deathbed
I stayed up like Christ resurrected
Accident had a brace on my left hand
Only ‘cause I wasn’t moving right when it happened
How you think you the sickest, boy?
I’m like Chicago, I drill out the iller noise
I’m killing microphones, hitting chords while talking on it
You brought your best flow, but I’m bored, just walking on it, uh
Your style isn’t new, yeah
But what else is new?
Flexing on the Gram, no, you’re not wrong for that
But you still move around like you got shit to prove
What is life worth, everybody tryna make it
All these niggas whipping work like them crackas whipping Haitians
My brother stole whips, now that boy incarcerated
I probably coulda saved him with a honest conversation
I sorta feel jaded, I need some more inspiration
Like that time CUTTHROAT was driving in his Mercedes
Anthony Bourdain, I’ll see where my hunger takes me
Other starving artists been full of themselves lately
I’m so underground, this flow is from the pavement
I’m putting verses down in my notes with full pages
Yes, I got a record for every single occasion
Still doing me, fulfilling my obligations
Your audience is fickle, my audience always waiting
If they voted in the hood, I would probably get nominations
Plenty niggas wanted my spot and occupation
Even though you the boss, subordinates always hating
People feel blessed to listen to my creation
It sound like straight heaven, I’m hellbent on amazement
Pouring out my soul, just hoping that God saves it
If I see a good amount on a contract, I’ll take it
My nigga, time’s wasting
Almost three decades alive inside the matrix
I lost six months because of incarceration
I’m tryna make it up, I do not go on vacation
Bitches online just primed for activation
Dying to get noticed to get a notification
We let these devices blind a generation
I’m taking it back to basics
( TZB )
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