New house, new whip,
New clothes, new drip
Stay fly, take trips
Just grind, no tips
Don’t cry, make hits
All net, no bricks
Fuck facts, just spit
No time, clock tick
New house, new whip,
(Be honest)
New clothes, new drip
(Go ahead and be honest)
Stay fly, take trips
Just grind, no tips
(Might as well keep it honest)
Don’t cry, make hits
(You want it, you got it)
All net, no bricks
(Truth or dare, just be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit
No time, clock tick
This ain’t no cap for no app,
Nigga, tell me the truth
Cuz when we in person,
You swear that you hurting
So what your TL bout to do?
Niggas be hella uncouth
You ain’t found no one to listen,
But you know bout 12 that would shoot
Most of them “yessin’” in hopes of the blessing
That one day you gone let them step in the booth, (huh)
We both know that shit’s a lie,
Loyalty look like a bribe,
You know the industry cold
And so you gone do what it takes to survive
Meaning you’ll call me at any odd hour to vent,
But don’t ever reach out to say “hi”
Maybe that worked for a fan
Who don’t know that they dope,
But not me, nigga
I’m 25 (huh)
Maybe I’ve gotten too old or
Maybe the magic has died
Maybe I learned that a hero was only amazing before I could fly, (huh)
Maybe my wings are a threat
So you keeping me close in case you take a dive
And maybe I love you too much to go harder,
Or worse, I’m afraid we alike
Fuck
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I’ll dare myself to be real
Without fear that I’ll say too much
Fuck it, I’m sensitive
Then I get mad,
I get passive,
Sarcastic,
I know that I play too much
Might hit a jay too much,
Sue me, I’m human
In flawed, I am fluent
A hot-headed tearful bitch,
Damnit, I’m humid
I stay stacking ammo,
I know I won’t use it,
A secret’s a key,
And I likely to lose it
Oh, chaos? I choose it,
I’m bored with the regular
Even my psychotic episodes scheduled
How I get everything I ever wanted,
But I still be green?
Might as well call me Elphaba
Even the deadlines be too much for me
And I’m only productive with shrooms in my tea,
And I’m perfectly fine with neglecting my needs,
I’m a slave to the mental shit nobody see, (yeah)
I think this shit’s gotten old,
I’m only here for the vibes
Bored of complaining,
I’m told that I’m draining
Depression? I’ll keep it inside
Nowadays, music about a few seconds
That make you sway from side to side, (yeah)
Why am I thinking so much bout my lyrics?
Forreal, I’m just wasting my time
(Freddie Gibbs verse coming)
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