Jobless Quakers (Ft. Quite Nyce)

[Intro]
Turn it up
Turn it up, uh
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up, uh
Turn my shit up

[Verse]
The diabolical that chronicle every move
I'm out here like I got everything to prove
Buster Douglas fighting, nothing to lose
In between needles and grooves, I write songs in twos
[?], settle between relaxed and smooth
Me sweating, just a tenth of my max of what I do
Better known blacker than life track
A cruel true meaning of a comeback
Although I came from losing semen, I did that
Success at the highest level, as my pen bleeds to wax
Soul embellishes through betterment
Right now I'm better than any vibe, freshman lettering
[?] tell her friend can't download this type of cool, I'm some type of fool
'Cause if you been through what I been through, you woulda been through
Brother I continued
There ain't nothing but being stagnated
Only man in this world misunderstood and hated at the same time
Selfless intentions get twisted in a sink full of dishes
Start cleaning the dirty kitchen in a home I don't even own
Sticky situation, this is mental masturbation
Grey-matter flaccid tragic, eyes-closed driver not crashing
Thrashing on a loony with five on him
Looking at me, ready to get like
Survive in this belly of a beast at a telly, with a freak [?] on my beat
And they way I go I got her ripping through sheets, in the crazy positions
She says I'm what she's been missing, the rest got her burning when she pissing
Ouch
Out of my zone now, [?] for you get it
If you didn't go back with a better intention
We bonding, listen