Or maybe you wanna slay me accept the fact that you ain't me(2X) Hate me but learn to pay me even if you think I'm crazy This be the last time you play me, you motherfuckers can't save me Pay me to say I'm angry but angry is what they made me Limelight make me darker and soon I face him How my life is so Arthur, tryna outsell the Carters Maureen I love your daughter but I turned into a martyrĬause I got to move farther, please I hope it makes sense Shit he put me to the test and I ain't seen a day yet Here it is I gotta pick, wake up with no regrets If you don't see that I'm special you can choke upon a dick Like that would solve all my problems and minus I'm not brolic Think about the ones I let go just so I can live rich I'mma write my manifesto sometimes I feel sick That my intellect can let go with the short end of the stick I hop up out the bed to all this fuckin' shit Snorting and puffin', cutting and dipping abandoned his childrenĪll of this bullshit living under one building like Really loves his alcohol, might as well be rubbing Got a heart of gold but drowns in the substance The other son his brother sadly the fucker disgusting He said to fuck in the clouds, maybe a dreamer or something His mama love him, he can't shake the feeling she don't trust him Now he's worried if his pops was dead or cuffed by the copsĪt one point or another he was a bun in the oven That ain't skepticism, that's defense mechanisms doing they job He tells his son to his face that there's no cheddarĬlaims he's sober, but he grew to know better Made of silver mother fucker, you lying, stop lying Timing and timing, it just keep on rewindingĪll the days he's missed his father piping a haystack to find him Money has never been, one of his best of friendsīut damn, he felt better than in recent memoryĪin't an even playing field but he gon' level it Writing some letters and wearing a gold lettermanīut truth be told the best just kept on peddling People say that he on, they better off try to blow him More so long that told him he stands up on that podium It keep on going and going, writing poems
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