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I was yelling f*ck a job
But I couldn't sleep or eat until i hunt for jobs I'm busy mom
Told her that ion need no sleep I'll ease around
I need to rhyme
Told me that she need a break
Ain't even mind
I need some time
Type a shit a king do when they can't fit they crown
Move around
Hustlas that lose they sound them niggas groupies now
& they can't group me now or come back round my niggas hate you now
The visionarys back the visions pouring out my brown eyes

I spent weeks after weeks tryna build myself up
I spent weeks I mean weeks thinking I'm not enough
I can't learn but boy i teach & tend to each erryone else
For distant relatives I'm a sedative didnt care how ugly i felt

Channel changed nigga im just being frank
Oh shitttt
it's only me ain't no h** to thank no shit
Leave me to ask myself
What can a nigga do for retribution
Someone who eats like me and prays with two hands
I dail back and peep ya wonky movements
..stupid

Boutta hunnid dudes that I can thank
Who I choose to thank
Might bank
On whether on not
They stuck around on plays that would cruise or drop the rank
I flanked and watched the views i helped create

Backstab and throat job the closest folk to ya
Make me think that i can't help or go through ya
Put ya on my shelf and kick it down like I'm 2 facing
Ain't no looking back on ya slow ass no chasing
Niggas no comp if i show stop niggas won't drop
or betta yet come outside
Like a throat chop jammed door nob when ya run off
Yo niggas done picked the wrong side

You apologize for the dumbest shit
Too young & lost ya whole pride
I'm on the cusp of giving up all of this shit
Applying pressure
Amounted dying gestures
Built up guilty pleasures
Niggas crying lesser for sure
Ego killing em as I outgrew the boy yes lordt

I was yelling f*ck a job
But I couldn't sleep or eat until I hunt for jobs I'm busy mom
Told her that ion need no sleep I'll ease around
I need to rhyme
Told me that she need a break
Ain't even mind
I need some time
Type a shit a king do when they can't fit they crown
Move around
Hustlas that lose they sound them niggas groupies now
& they can't group me now or come back round my niggas hate you now
The visionaries back the visions pouring out my brown eyes

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