I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
While the poor just shovel shit, and can't afford to pay the rent,
Well, ain't no prob i got the same shovel that daemon brought
I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top
Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way
Is heaven just another door? and my people say
Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle
Alcoholic dad died of damaged liver..step dad was also a leaver he succumbed to my shovel/
And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit
They need a shovel just to make it out the door to get more of it
To make karma come faster than she normally will
Or i'll do worse than a psycho does with a metal shovel
Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind
But man, dig deeper and shovel something behind
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