Sora

I was Kingdom Hearts playing Feeling Sora than a motherfucker Hold the key with bigger shoes to fill Don't feel the formula of other suckers I feel my thoughts drift Divorce 'em from the undercover Cut out that fat 'Cause ain't no need for all that butter brother They funded suckers and then undermined the real So now when Things Fall Apart at our Roots We finna run for cover Thoughts of the Black and Brown Get us throwed, we fly off of the bat and bounce Identical, ain't been smokin' But they been crackin' down Labels tryna front like they know what all the passion bout But you just a metric for the quota Feel electric than a motor If you got the drive, they dead it in a moment And I been steppin' to the focus of my dreams Tryna get the depth in order But this decadence is horrid Spend it for my emptiness, a shell of trifle apathy My conches layin' on the beach The hell with my anatomy Heaven scent, still been smellin' my catastrophe For betterment of fragrance I been settlin' for bragging rights Like how's it over there with odor of an ego Feelin' major with the choruses and C Notes Abortin' all the feeble matters Peep the graph you see 'em at The fee got rappers peakin' at they entrance Ya'll adore 'em at the peephole Shit is rugged like a welcome mat If I don't feel the love, then the stealth come back I talk about the door to door like salesmen knocking 'Cause you always find me where they seldom at Developed tactics to help this rap shit amongst the chaos And learned success don't give a fuck what the fuck it's based off The whips they coppin' done gifted options to front the pay off Fell short of ranges, no wonder we flyin' under radars 'Til Abhi pulled up in the whip and now it's fuck a dayjob Yeah It's always fuck a day job until you get a day job And fuck bein' viral til you viral goin' K-Pop Two weeks notice, two weeks before COVID Folks with quote on quote "real jobs" were gettin' laid off Shut the fuck up I could turn potatoes into Cape Cod I could turn a Sous Chef into Raekwon Halsey got a deal and pulled a Bernie then she Made Off These pop artists could probably have a fake off Shut the fuck up I ain't in this competition, I ain't doin' open verses If you wanna give me feedback Say that shit to me in person I'd tell you to suck my dick But you can't do it without hurtin' You might need to have a neck the size of Nickmercs' All I see is tricks, scams, big curtains "Indie success" is a rich family helps kids surface India's best with no thirst traps or dick worship "But what's the use if the clip jam and the stick working" Please shut the fuck up, yeah I been Bo Burnham Fee-fi-fo-fum, I been toe-turnin' I hope the merch sales is really helpin' pay ya'll I met ya favorite rapper, it was at a seance Shut the fuck up Please hit the like and the follow, link in the bio I'm here goin' live at the condo, be here tomorrow I'm writing a song that'll be so short you can swallow It'll last 'bout a ripe avocado, lightning in bottle You need to stop it with that flow there I'm a craft master, and my tracks really blast past The initial gas factor, but the product really don't wear Drip like the nasty shit that's hanging outcha nose hair First it was blog writers, then it was the playlists Then it was the influencers bought out by the majors I'm fine with flyin' under radars, gettin' faded Laughing at ya netting goose egg and retiring on a dayshift Shut the fuck up