What If? (feat. October & KC Stoner)

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D.O.M of Dnd

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What if Splinter Faction never was?
What if rapping never helped me
Off my ass with fucking up
Not trained on tracks
I'd change my path then derail, crash
And get dumped
Had my craft handed back on silver platter
No silver linings be fastened
Just knives inside of my back
Kept finding everytime I'd snap,
Some chatted with a helping hand
That said, "Quit doing this, fam"
What if it never happened?
I didn't connect with fans and
I'd get mixed up doing masters
Cuz academics would last
Until my sharp senses go flatter
Than shit singing, tone been mad
And not measure up to crap
Rest at half a bar, beat
By other emcees
Not cuz of their skills matching me
But more like Tinder with the jealously
Getting swiped left on I tend to see
Right a wrong, get L's in beef
Kept grazing peeps like grass for green
Spat like seeds, get told to leaf
My money grew on dad's trees
I ain't broke
If I'd known
That the market's be overloaded
By artists that's broke or broken
Hearted then I would have thrown in
The towel with sparking flows that's
More shocking somehow my Ohms been
Over the top and so my voltage
Would be gone and then my flow gets
Past being the bomb and who'd know it?
Prolly not Boomers or old heads
With short fuses that could blow shit
Out of proportion,
Need no doubles turning me explosive
I see fours like Swatting doors
That's where I'll prolly go
If my bars weren't properly shown
Outside of off of the dome
I'd resort to offing my dome
Get Nirvana Linkin Parks knowing
In The End I'm Numb to bros
That's why I would give a shit less
If I was shelved from the net
Knowing people will just pretend
To be good so they can protect
Their own investments get ahead
And forget
That I was spitting for them
And then my sentiments get
Worse knowing I'm giving myself
Stress at best
Junkie, broke boy
Bitch I'm dead weight
October revert to who they
Hated back in the days
SF fading, headache raising
Back to razor gripping
'Til I focus my gaze
I'm breaking up in my gait
And I'm tryna lay
In my grave
Too used to the timelines that I'm flipping
Contradiction, somethings missing
But I can't explain afflictions as they sensing
That my head is splitting open and exposing
Who I fucking was
Who I fucking be
Infamous parasitic entity
No it's me
I'm back to never noticing
All my faults, they stitching to my wrists
Straight through my sleeves
Smoke an eighth, hope I dream
It's my fate, so it seems
To reduce into the gutter
Guns and butter I got neither
But whatever
Aye
But whatever
Stuck in limbo with the worst of weather that I've weathered
So Birds of a feather, they flock together
When the flock is wherever I'm not
Lost up in the ticks of time with the clock broken
Aye, with it broken

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