Do you control what’s on my mind, or sh#t that I write,?
Nope didn’t think so, how do you know everything I ever wrote, is actually truth spoke? /
Truth is you really dont, you just gotta have some hope, /
Nowadays though, they don’t wanna hear the truth,/
So sometimes you gotta joke, so here it goes, I’m boutta kill all these hoes, /
Why you gotta be so cold, /
I dont even f#cking know, nowadays that’s how it goes, /
I’m not tryna get under your skin, just tryna make it thunder again, /
Finally my minds, functionin’ again, damn shenanigans, /
It’s simple as sh#t, sh#ts simplistic sh#t, /
Killin’ this, everytime a lyricist spits, call me Jack b#tch, I’m nimble I’m quick, writing these hits, I’mma candle I’m lit, /
Slowly rising but it’s whatever fits, /
I love my critics, I write sh#t thats hip,/
Talking that sh#t, I’mma make you my b#tch,/
Tired of the acting instead of rapping, tryna figure out why the f#ck they always capping,/
Talking bout popping pills, doing xanax, don’t know why the f#ck they even said it,/
People listen to these tracks, to make it through life, now y’all so called rappers shooting lies through their minds,/
When A kid dies due to those fake lines, what do you do set back an laugh? call them names cause they believed your crap,/
We need to bring rap back, this isn’t a movie ain’t no reason to act,/
Kick back in fact, just relax, and listen to my tracks,/
See through the lines, and clear ya mind,/
Put the drugs down, and think about life, don’t listen to these clowns, they just watchin’ you die,/
They set back, and laugh, cause you can’t do the math, they don’t want you to shine, they makin’ you blind,/
Shooting lies through your mind, to bring back suicide,/
In they lines, they hiding they life, tryna put on a show, to make the depressed let they lives go,/
They wearing a mask, blending in thats their number one task, fake news on TV, showing lies on FB, banning you for speaking freely, wish this was a dream, but it’s our reality,/
Tired of the acting instead of rapping, tryna figure out why the f#ck they always capping,/
Talking bout popping pills, doing xanax, don’t know why the f#ck they even said it,/
People listen to these tracks, to make it through life, now y’all so called rappers shooting lies through their minds,/
Tired of the acting instead of rapping, tryna figure out why the f#ck they always capping,/
Talking bout popping pills, doing xanax, don’t know why the f#ck they even said it,/
People listen to these tracks, to make it through life, now y’all so called rappers shooting lies through their minds,/
When A kid dies due to those fake lines, what do you do set back an laugh? call them names cause they believed your crap,/
We need to bring rap back, this isn’t a movie ain’t no reason to act,/
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