Alone, Iwont/elevatorpitch

Iwont

Am I worth the shit that I receive

Am I playing into all the niggas job's it was to make a sin of my belief

All my niggas just commiserate with me

Blatant with it but I hate admitting

I just make the digits

The decisions making me

Bathing syllable in rhythm I receive

Hating niggas need to sit up by my feet

Hating niggas need to sit im satisfied assisting sending them to satan obviously

Great when we was all casefile free

Maybe we was all grapevined for the hate cause the greats made by heat

Agitated, rhyming, baked, or I'm sleep

Yellow tape round my face, hate-crime if state find me

Hey Mavi

Wait mami

Ur spirit cool u can hang by me

Mirror loosen my face

Real literal n frank you can thank shaheed

I b cool in the rain

Barely move except for snooping out the late-night creep

Already heard if you stayed down

I'm a regular in the glade aisle

If it's getting worse

You can steady hurt

It's already her on the way down

To those petty nerds

In my message hurting

Fix those flexing urges in my PayPal

Ima legend learn it

From that steady urgent

Got my veggies burning for the sake now

And they fuckin w me off the strength ask em (no cap!)

Buckin 4 me off the hip try it!!

I b pressed for the best but accept any less

It could get violent

A real 1 if he sit by me

Frisking bills tryna grip lighters

Want the ms but it look like they kill niggas spirits when they get by em

Niggas got a million ways to say they wanna rip you clip it cuz they just liars

I b by the river

Tidings living in my pencil

I can grip a trident

I been cleansing shit the kindling crispy sentimental items

I been grimacing my dimples hidden by my strength declining

End is within vision ain't no ribbon where my finish line is

Elevatorpitch

While I got you this my elevator pitch

I done trained my pencil better than my fists

Made a painting from a stencil they said wouldn't fit

Never had conceptions of how better this shit get

I been fighting that depression shit again

I b hiding all my devils with a grin

Light the cess with the end of the cess then it's into my chest ain't confessing my sins

Cause I know how these weapons get heads of they own and they painting my chest the behest of the crips

Nigga ion fret ima face on my own

Conversationalist gone

Drawing blanks on the daily I'm blown

Carving out a case for me chasing the road

Palm in my face when my failure my own

Palm in my heart when I'm painting my flows

Far from a park since I came back from home

Calm in the car like where u taking me though?

I ain't do a lot that I said that id do when my frame was restored'

I b doing art because I can't be alone

I b doing art because I can't be alone

I b doing art because I can't be alone

All that moving on shit made me a ghost

Dirty laundry swang on the post

I done wrote at least enough sixteens to relieve me of treatment neonatally appropriate

I'm nobody sun but god

Already know bout the fuckin odds

Also know not to fuckin stop

Trot on slow motion up the block

Eyes won't close working in garage

My folks know I'm prone off-road

They gaze save me a lot

Rest primarily come in breaks for cigars

Families strengthened breaking the law

Families get displaced by law

Imagine the rage hurricane-perfect rain-when I learned exchange was to blame for things that I saw

Save for tomorrow out the gains that I sow

Break in the vault when the stank running low

Strength raised up outta constraints

Faithfully bathe in my pain bc my name on it, mostly

I b doing art bc I can't b alone

I b doing art bc I can't b alone

I b doing art bc I can't b alone