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Jack $limez & Siimpson X

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Yet again my heart had started to bleed, every nerve is out getting analyzed
Everything criticized mostly when you the one in need
When your hommies in need, they gon' leave you at a chosen speed
Not as a ladder from heaven to hell not even a witness to creed
I been left crestfallen, so I'm always on motherfucken weed
F*ck I'm a young nigga, yeah, young nigga made of clean fucken oaten reed
If you made it you a G, said by those who never succeed
Internally bleeding the Lord is the only nigga I must plead
Some of these daze, things are even harder for a younging to see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my life is perfect, that's not how it really seems
Co-ordination I be getting weak, tired of talking my heart & my knees
Yeah I'm short, niggas step on my feet, what if it might happen I might never breath
Sucking out oxygen vacuum machines, reading the bible I can't fall asleep my life & soul that he gotta keep
Is it really me or is it my voice that be out here sounding like bleep
F*ck all this shit boy it is what it is, when I die just kneel down & blow out a kiss
Talk about shit that we did & talk about shit that you miss
And if it happens, profess to the lord that I wont die as a kid
Reminisce, reminisce, memories that we had, start to reminisce
Pain elevating I be getting chills, sipping that lean you can say that I'm ill
Disorder I don't know how to feel, telling the mic about my feels
Aye, through the pain, money & fame & all these other niggas that are out here switching face
Dare to bring me down, I got it red in the gold holy grail
Fiending for money, they desperately putting their souls on a mother fucken sale
In this world full of heartbreak, boy I swear nothing gon' be the same
And I would encourage all of you as the future leaders of the world to really internalize how important this is
If you feed the beast, the beast it will destroy you
We only come alive at night, I'm getting too sick of your lies
You told me that you love me but you'll never understand how I feel now
I'm done with these hoes they wasting my time, I'm chasing the money & painting the picture
My future is clean like crystal clear on my glass when I sip
Me & the gang busy cooking a hit, I got the keys I move like a winner
I'm looking for bitches in the alley
Life is amazing I'm deep in the maze, niggas are haters I cannot relate
Gossip is venomous I cannot trust anybody, these bitches they sucking my dick for the money
Money the root of evil, that's a lie
Middle finger to my haters, I'm rolling sevens every time when I play
F*ck all you niggas, I dare anybody to f*ck with us
Too many wanna be rappers they busy selling their souls, talk to the moon like I'm talking to God
I need to start a conversation with God when I'm meditating, f*ck a Demi-God I'm intoxicated over drugs
Right, we curate our lives around this perceived sense of perfection
Because we get rewarded in these short term signals, hearts, likes, thumbs up
And we conflict that with value and we conflict it with truth
And instead what it really is, is fake brutal popularity, that's short term and that leaves you, and admit it ,vacant and empty before you did it
Because then it forces you into a vicious cycle, where you're like, "What's the next thing I need to do now, cause I need it back"
Think about that compounded by 2 billion people and then think about how people react to the perception of others
That's just, its really really bad

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