THE SHARDS

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Depth is dead, so fuck all ya’ll spotify
Lemme tell ya 50 reasons why I wanna die
All your fucking shit is number one through forty nine
And listening to you is fuckin every other time
For legal reasons man I just be joking bout that shit
Man I really got you there, I hope that you enjoyed the bit
I ain’t ever even thought about being up on a bridge
But I promise if I do then when I jump I’ll do a flip
Crashing through the beats and I’m increasing my velocity
Dodging what they toss at me, they're lost and I’m just possibly
Cautious cuz I need to watch my back, that’s my philosophy
I get nauseous when I see how they got soft on me
So what is my intention, am I crazy or just ventin
They Hanging on my all words like I keep em full of suspension
Lemme mention that my lyrics get them hopped up on the tension
DO I need an intervention or some suicide prevention
Uh, I just nutted in my jorts
If ya daddy sees me, he's gon take my ass to court
But I’m not the sort of motherfucker who would come up short
Lemme tell you my retort in thirty bars is my report
I go in, harder than my cock, not a bitch can doubt me
Dumber on these beats than fucking kelci lewandowski
Did you really think that you could do this shit without me
Only fucking thing you did alone was take selfie
I see couple bitches thinking they my amor
But I ain’t ever give my corason to a whore
Don’t you listen to the shit they spittin just cuz they sore
What you squeezing me for, I need your knees on the floor
I ain’t a player I just play the cards that’s dealt to me
I pop off like the pop tab to a fucking can of seltezer be
You want more from me, but I don’t know what fucking else there’d be
I keep myself, there’s nothing else lemme act selfishly
I’m a violent man, I ain’t even lyin man,
You’re the sorta guy that I would fight with just a frying pan
Smack you till you lying on the ground and then start crying man
Not the type of motherfucker you should think of trying, damn
Uh, I just nutted in my jorts
If ya daddy sees me, he's gon take my ass to court
But I’m not the sort of motherfucker who would come up short
Lemme tell you my retort in thirty bars is my report
I’m viscous when I’m dissing these bitches, I get malicious
They get twisted when I spit at em, smacking em up like kisses
I don’t miss it, I hit swift and swish kids up like they were dishes
I wish that they would quit tryna use me to get they riches
Like really, I just feel that I’m acting like I’m a seal
When I rap I step back and think do I need me deal
If I make tracks to get cash can I even say that I’m real
Or is the fact the only path to get platinums to kneel
I just want to stay my own course, can my own path even work
I mean exactly how worse, can making raps from the source
Detract from stacks or a Porsche, like do I lack the remorse
Or do I have to stay on track and get all high on my horse
Ha, now that I got deep lemme just climb out of this pit
My raps get whacker by half with every measure I spit
I just relapse to the past when all my rappin was shit
Well this is it, I’m lit so im gonna head out and just quit

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Member since September 12 2019

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