Plague / 5 o'clock

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Lookin at my life I need a change
People round me notice I been strange
Try to flip it to another page
Before my bitterness get turned up into rage
I can feel the devil in my veins
God be trying, but he can't keep him away
Yeah the Devil try to put me on his stage
Try to pass him but he got my license plate
There's so much I really gotta say
All the stress that's weighing on my brain
All this work at such a little wage
Well make it out, I know I got the range
All those fancy cars and private planes
Grills of gold and hella diamond chains
Lose your soul it might make you deranged
I would never ever lose it for the fame
Know I'm gonna make it out the plague
Mama gonna make it out the plague
Family gonna make it out the plague
You fuckers ain't gon' make it out the plague
You and I we really ain't the same, I could make a hit outta my pain
Live a life that's hindered by the shame, guilt and sadness all one in the same
Been this way since I was fuckin' eight, stand up to my demons, taking aim
Fight 'em till the motherfuckin' grave, they don't wanna taste my fucking blade
Know I'm gonna make it out the plague
Mama gonna make it out the plague
Family gonna make it out the plague
Now I gotta make it out the plague
Uh huh uh uh, ok ok ok ok
Oh my god, I can't stop, goin' up, to the top
Ain't a game, I'm gon' rock, staying up, five o'clock
Why they ask me for the real shit?
When all I ever give 'em is the real shit
There's your pill to swallow, now you feel sick
Bodies rockin' side to side it got me sea sick
Highest praise and recognition only seem fit
Tried to bury me, I'm Winnin, how's it feel bitch
So goes life, I finally made it out the matrix
I know you motherfuckers gonna hate this
Hit a switch and I'm gassed up, locked in my cash up
I'm on the side of that Holy Ghost my right hand like Casper
Y'all missed a chance when ya passed up, get away bro back up
Lemme run my race, when I finish y'all can catch up
Walk around my city with my mask up
Chicken finger plate with the Tabasco
Y'all can eat it, time for you to pack it up
I'm gonna light it up, like where'd the match go
Top five or top six, I'm cappin' I ain't top shit
I act nice, I'm cordial
So why the f*ck are y'all dicks
Your girl, she lick tip, my kids on her top lip
Y'all really started the fire, recommend you go and extinguish
I'm putting on for myself and nothing more you hear what I'm saying
My real ones adjacent, real bag that I'm chasin'
The fake ones the first ones I ever tried at replacing
That hot shit been cookin', I know that y'all been waiting
Horns up like satan, I don't f*ck with satan
OCD killing me, got no expectation
Demons on my back, pointing blame I can't hear em
Angels got my back, I know that they're prevailing

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