Yeah, uh
Life got better and worse when I started to ask questions
First it’s misconceptions, denial and then acceptance
I hope God don’t think that we only speak when I’m desperate
I hope God let my presence linger after my exit
Coming to grips with my mortality in my twenties
Internal battles like “Is this music shit for me?”
Is it better to never make it, or have someone take advantage of me?
Or flogg & tell me that they love me?
Feign affection from all of these strangers while my music contradicts it?
Dying inside, but masking this shit with peak fitness?
How do I navigate a plot with Kat Dennings level thickness?
Squeeze my heart in they hands while I watch, and tell me it’s business
I can’t rise against the evils, just to fall to beauty
My son’s smiles and cries are my only call of duty
You could’ve stayed with the shooting star if you wasn’t being a goofy but
It is what it is, Aye
Jesus take the wheel before I tuck and roll then hit a curb
My spirit ascends from third person as I observe
I feel a knuckle to my cheek when I try to fight the urge
I either hit it from the back, or say something to hit a nerve
Be feeling like I’m not long for this Earth, or life in general
The steps I traveled Harden my spirit yet they were pivotal
101 as to why I have a hard time believing her
Between that and the shit I see on anti-social media
I suffer heavy with pessimistic imagination
Meeting the same personalities with different faces
While Twitter niggas look for conflict or validation
I hate notifications, because they make a nigga anxious
Tell me if you’re broke in spirit, what’s the point of copping shit?
Don’t wanna die young, but I’ll pass on the apocalypse
I’m smoking til the ceiling split, I’m still dealing with
Selling hours of my life, for twenty plus and some benefits
Til then I need 2 billion, not two hoes
And lawyers that jump like Alex Caruso through a loophole
That don’t condescend to me, but appreciate my genius
That understand I don’t need opinions only obedience
Can’t lay awake at night wondering why a nigga switched
Was it the principle or was you in your feelings like a bitch?
I like to settle scores instead of settle all them differences
The ball is in your court lil nigga start dribbling
Ah
Life got better and worse when I started to ask questions
First it’s misconceptions, denial and then acceptance
I hope God don’t think that we only speak when I’m desperate
I hope God let my presence linger after my exit
Coming to grips with my mortality in my twenties
Internal battles like “Is this music shit for me?”
Is it better to never make it, or have someone take advantage of me?
Or flogg & tell me that they love me?
Feign affection from all of these strangers while my music contradicts it?
Dying inside, but masking this shit with peak fitness?
How do I navigate a plot with Kat Dennings level thickness?
Squeeze my heart in they hands while I watch, and tell me it’s business
I can’t rise against the evils, just to fall to beauty
My son’s smiles and cries are my only call of duty
You could’ve stayed with the shooting star if you wasn’t being a goofy but
It is what it is, Aye
Jesus take the wheel before I tuck and roll then hit a curb
My spirit ascends from third person as I observe
I feel a knuckle to my cheek when I try to fight the urge
I either hit it from the back, or say something to hit a nerve
Be feeling like I’m not long for this Earth, or life in general
The steps I traveled Harden my spirit yet they were pivotal
101 as to why I have a hard time believing her
Between that and the shit I see on anti-social media
I suffer heavy with pessimistic imagination
Meeting the same personalities with different faces
While Twitter niggas look for conflict or validation
I hate notifications, because they make a nigga anxious
Tell me if you’re broke in spirit, what’s the point of copping shit?
Don’t wanna die young, but I’ll pass on the apocalypse
I’m smoking til the ceiling split, I’m still dealing with
Selling hours of my life, for twenty plus and some benefits
Til then I need 2 billion, not two hoes
And lawyers that jump like Alex Caruso through a loophole
That don’t condescend to me, but appreciate my genius
That understand I don’t need opinions only obedience
Can’t lay awake at night wondering why a nigga switched
Was it the principle or was you in your feelings like a bitch?
I like to settle scores instead of settle all them differences
The ball is in your court lil nigga start dribbling
Ah
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