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Morado III

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I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a f*ck
Album's been done for a year and still ain't been released
I think I'm the wrong kind of engineer having OCD

Then I'm flat off key, what the f*ck made me think I could sing
Obsessing over little tweaks nobody gon' notice but me
Just to put an album out and nobody notice but me
I ain't even been posting these days cause why

When you un-signed you get just as far if you don't even try
I could post a pic with God and not get seven likes
Or sell my soul for one with the devil and not get six sixty-six
The fortune favors the fortunate get over it

Ninety-nine percent of artists don't make it
And ninety-nine point nine percent of that one who do
Are connected or born rich
I can't be the only one that knows this

And I swear all they stories is cheese
If you ain't have no opportunities you wouldn't have made it as a teen
If you did it all yourself you wouldn't be thanking a team
Ain't a chance that you self made please

All you ever had to do was try you ain't even have to dream
Bitch, hard work is easy
What's hard is working hard and never seeing a change
Continuing to do the same while convincing yourself you ain't going insane

And now you're looking for nouns to blame
Was it your people or your town
Wait, you was fucking around enjoying things
Oh, self-deprecation and the joy it brings

How dare I enjoy my life with my gorgeous wife I ain't settle for
Sure they got more money than me but I ain't poor
And I seem to have the things they money can't buy
Acting like it means nothing but you sure did try

What you judge it by
Quantity or quality
I can give it all but equality
Cause y'all not me and unfortunately I give all of me

Y'all gon' solve for pie before you solvin me
Yall all cake got me in a diabetic coma catching them Z's
I could dead y'all since I was a teen in tall tees
Mama worked an extra job just to keep me in gymboree

Now I'm in my home gym working like it's them or me
Still sin but I'm blessed you see
F*ck college I need money in my wallet
So I dropped out at the 9th and applied for SUC

But got into hard knocks and knocked harder
Helped turn them Shadow Ridge apartments into the Carter
But hearing Boobie with God got me moving like a shooter on guard
Trying to power forward

My dogs got sons got daughters and they need a father
Lately I've been missing from church but ay
Jesus died for our sins so I don't need a altar to pray
You ain't a Christian you a biblian you lost your way

The words says bring them as they are
You say unless they're gay
Rest of the sinners in the congregation okay why
Cause they straight and fill the plate

This shit is wild
Swear if Christ was here now
He'd be murdered by the pastor's wife and child
Just to protect they lifestyle

Yeah a lot of shit on my mind
And I still got some questions I be looking for signs
A lot of brothers I been missing we been looking for time
But you been building your life while I'm building mine

We say it's fine to laugh about highlights of wild nights
While wasting what's finite
Then go back to chasing dreams they keep out of our reach and sight
Got me screaming in the space

Wishing there was still a reason to fight

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