[Intro]
I'm not a poet but I guess that I can try it
Nah, die it down keep it quiet boy
Die it down, keep it silent boy
Die it down, keep it quiet boy
[Verse 1]
I don't get paid enough to deal with all you motherfuckers
I feel like this is my last supper
I feel like one of the Splash Brothers
I shoot from wherever and watch it drop like a bad mother
I proud of Caleb, I told not to be nothin' like me
I ain't shit
If I lying, then someone tell God to strike me
Highly unlikely that I will get hit with a rod of lightning
Now this is the part of the song where I actually start writing
Authorizing awful lines where I begin deciding
Are you worth my time or will you break my hourglass?
Now I ask
Will I remain the man with a thousand masks?
My talent passes the line between okay and just decent
Although, of recently, I've been wantin' to end the sequence
Servin' a sentence and everyday I feel like a precinct
See I could die any day without there being a reason
That's why I work, prolly never catch me out on the weekends
As story deepens, I try not to drown in the deep end
To everybody who screwed me over, well now we're even
'Cause I've been countin' and now I think an accountant's needed
The count I needed, I'm tryna stack it to mountains, knees in
I've lost some people, majority of them ain't a loss
The game is soft, microorganisms get painted small
The pain is tall, my brain revolves around the same problems
And I can't solve, I'll evolve and then my ex-main will call
I refrain from all negative influences
Thinkin' they big shit but they head has just been [?]
On top of that, they wingin' it, Pegasus when doin' it
And ain't no evidence but the message is intuitive
I can see right through this shit
You is just with the foolishness
Euphemisms get cooler with doin' this when they used to it
Music isn't the root of it
They plant a money seed
Then watch you dummies feed
Rollin' through like a tumbleweed
Companies keepin' 'em company
Gonna be keeping guns with me
But if we really wondering what is keeping them functioning
It's the fact that you funding things
Helpin' makin' they number bling
One [?] in a hundred [?]
Now this niggas just want some rings?
And some will bring the thought upon that they too legit
[?] 'cause when I graduate, I'll be schoolin' shit
I'm not a poet but I guess that I can try it
Nah, die it down keep it quiet boy
Die it down, keep it silent boy
Die it down, keep it quiet boy
[Verse 1]
I don't get paid enough to deal with all you motherfuckers
I feel like this is my last supper
I feel like one of the Splash Brothers
I shoot from wherever and watch it drop like a bad mother
I proud of Caleb, I told not to be nothin' like me
I ain't shit
If I lying, then someone tell God to strike me
Highly unlikely that I will get hit with a rod of lightning
Now this is the part of the song where I actually start writing
Authorizing awful lines where I begin deciding
Are you worth my time or will you break my hourglass?
Now I ask
Will I remain the man with a thousand masks?
My talent passes the line between okay and just decent
Although, of recently, I've been wantin' to end the sequence
Servin' a sentence and everyday I feel like a precinct
See I could die any day without there being a reason
That's why I work, prolly never catch me out on the weekends
As story deepens, I try not to drown in the deep end
To everybody who screwed me over, well now we're even
'Cause I've been countin' and now I think an accountant's needed
The count I needed, I'm tryna stack it to mountains, knees in
I've lost some people, majority of them ain't a loss
The game is soft, microorganisms get painted small
The pain is tall, my brain revolves around the same problems
And I can't solve, I'll evolve and then my ex-main will call
I refrain from all negative influences
Thinkin' they big shit but they head has just been [?]
On top of that, they wingin' it, Pegasus when doin' it
And ain't no evidence but the message is intuitive
I can see right through this shit
You is just with the foolishness
Euphemisms get cooler with doin' this when they used to it
Music isn't the root of it
They plant a money seed
Then watch you dummies feed
Rollin' through like a tumbleweed
Companies keepin' 'em company
Gonna be keeping guns with me
But if we really wondering what is keeping them functioning
It's the fact that you funding things
Helpin' makin' they number bling
One [?] in a hundred [?]
Now this niggas just want some rings?
And some will bring the thought upon that they too legit
[?] 'cause when I graduate, I'll be schoolin' shit
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