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[Verse 1: Louie Pastel] I made it here with endurance Nicotine with no insurance I'm mixin' molly and liquor for social events It's the only way through it I overthink, it's a hobby I never learned how to copy Being yourself isn't all that you thought Niggas gon' still put yo' ass in a box What the fuck, rap? They love singin' and croonin' Most of these hoes is just rapping and moonin' Way that we rockin', we had to confuse 'em DBZ, look at the way that we fusin' Rap with the rock, this the fuck how you do it Pussy ass nigga, you goin' out stupid We goin' up and I know that you hate it After this year, don't you ever debate it, bitch Mama just saw me on stage Doin' my dance and shе love it Father been poppin' that Oxy' for pain He tryna fix shit 'forе it's over My heart is really in London I went back home to a woman who needed me Just to tell her that it's over I never had this attention I had to still get adjusted Used to get jackets from Justin Used to be dirty and dusty Shawty 5'1" and she busty Shawty 5'1" and she fussy My children around, so no cussing I'm in the cut where it's pussing [Verse 2: Kenny Mason] Lighten up the mood, the incense I can see the moon in the distance I gave niggas art with the first tape But I was missin' out on money makin' real shit (Real shit) New niggas said they want the old Ken The Ken that they don't spin? Went to war with a star 'cause a nigga tried to clone Ken Came up with the style, niggas say I tried to clone them? Cool When yo' check hit, we both split it A lot of y'all critics just some gold diggers How can I respect any opinion When I see you give respect to some ho niggas? I wrestled with the industry and folded it Into figure four, now I'm a known figure Shawty got a figure like 'Yoncé from Goldmember Her goals aligned with these gold dentures Too hood for the art shit Too smart for the hard shit Too depressed to be a narcissist I just know my shit better than y'all shit They gon' try to say a nigga "rock-rap," like it's not rap Guess that mean it don't count when they get out-rapped Sayin', "It ain't rock" on a rock track Guessin' when you Black, it's all trap I was tryna solve all the family shit Same time, gettin' robbed by my management Same time, arguin' with shawty, gettin' mad and shit Drinkin' all the time, tryna handle it No more rappin' 'bout the shit that I done been through 'Cause when I run into a fan, I feel seen through Feel like it gotta die to get the love like I need to Can't miss someone 'til they leave you R.I.P. Peep, R.I.P. Juice R.I.P sleep, I'm tryna see it through Workin' on the tape, gotta see it through Niggas finishing the album, gotta see it through R.I.P. Lito, R.I.P. Phew Please watch over yo' dad 'cause he need you Wish I could do it but I can't, gotta see it through Niggas finishing the tape, gotta see it through [Verse 3: Felix] Yo, there's a tumor in my gums With my sister at the dentist just to see if he could drain it out I still gotta go back to get it taken out I think he was saying something 'bout root canals? I don't know why it hasn't given me trouble yet Maybe 'cause of how often a nigga spittin' now Hopefully by the time you hear this, it's taken out But anyway, it's more important shit to frown about I got a sister who illness stressin' my mama out And I still gotta hear the bullshit y'all talk about Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, uh-huh, mm-hmm, okay It sound dumb, but I'ma let you do it anyway You hard-headed, need to learn from falling on your face "Mo' money, mo' problems," well, if that's the case I'm gettin' bank, more notes than a opera house What you think that say about the state my mind in now? I could always say that I tried You would claim it wasn't my best I could spend my whole life on this shit And I still wouldn't feel in debt Don't forget, when I'm on the mic, yeah, it's war in my pen Food for thought, here's somethin' more to digest For desert, they might let that eagle soar from the nest