khz

not many people left to thank

not many many people cared when it came crunch time

many lonely hours i had plenty time to thiink

homies prooven snakes

try an slither back how bout not

only trynna chill cause my shit gettin hot

 

 

get these words to dolla signs

want these benjis in my wallet

tired of these hand me downs

so now id rather not sleep

--seventeen feelin similar to under 1 khz frequency

nobody hears me ---left me no choice ....

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sittin in this house not a home just me casa

casuse they say homes where the heart is

and my hearts materialized in between the lines that i write

in my head all day maken rhymes all night

role models under study

flow i perfect for my own

im trynna go an get me mine

wake up to a bitter day knowin

my dreams are still so far out of reach

Lyrics blasten trhough my headphones

--playin back the beat till my ears bleed

ink in my pen, listenin to rappers who got actual bars

i repent the mindless rap all about chains an cars

trap rap who brag about a plug on alprazolam an lean

 

they playin too safe , sayin the same shit

never cross the fuckin line , ill draw that fuckin line

school journal full of raps instead of notes

3years of education i did not pass

boi i wont stop

continuin my old shinanigans,

No time for math yet i go an add to my sins

dippin through through the fence with a whole lot of weed in my sox

 

 

all for realness doe

done bein took for a joke

countless hours put in. Its time to test all i wrote

Watchen time tic l,every second i need

. Plain an simple im dope, so i expect to grow like the seeds

Hearin people talk shit.but im out here atleast

Im taken shots immediately at any cost

like cops who see dark shades of certain ethnicities

My confidence is key, In myself i believe.

Do.i really have to.rhyme.every word so you know what i mean

Why must all these bitches keep underestimating me

i got voices tellin me its weak but i havent one them bitches on a beat

give a hater front row seats

cuz let them feel hypocritical when they start bobbin their head and tappin they feet

yeah im new to this shit , thats no excuse tho

im just sayin given the time ive been doing this

its safe to say im better than the shit i hear on the radio

mainstream mockin me with the same words on a different beat

always talkin fuckin hoes but like kendrick said this dick aint fo free

 

 

...........never give a kid a chance if he aint the same

want a ego an fame, people to play popularity games

not a heathen opinions who may contain the slightest reflection of brains.

but i know if i wanted i could try an be a sell out so i guees i cant complain

the best i could do for that is pot head rap , but i want people who relate

not ban wagon fans who think they dope for smoken mary jain

thats noooo pun intended

i just crave recognition for the real shit im spitten

yah

till you famous everyone get kicks out your shit

even tho i feel like punchen them in they lips

ill let my actions talk

playin back the beat till my ears bleed

boi lets get it

for those days i was goin no where an gettin suspended

 

 

lets try an get these words to dolla signs

want these benjis in my wallet

tired of these hand me downs

so now id rather not sleep

playin back the beat till my ears bleed

wake up to a bitter day knowin

my dreams are so far out of reach

seventeen feelin similar to under 1khz frequencies

nobody hears me , left me no choice

im perfectin skills on the mic till my whole country hear my .. voice