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Holdin' all the weight on your shoulders makes everything worse
Leaves bags up under your eyes and makes your lips all pursed
Being strong isn't what baggage you can hold
But how much you can let go
It isn't wrong to try to manage on your own
But how much til you explode
Pressure makes diamonds, but I've been findin' that time and time again that it just leaves more coal, yeah
Try and confide in someone to clear your mind and find again it's worth your weight in gold
Spread thin like a close score
Red skin like a cold sore
Dreadin' behind closed doors
Headin' for a downpour
50/50 chance that you'll keep your head up
But you gotta flip the coin like a football refe-
Ree, -gret is a ploy that will have you lookin' back
Keep on lookin' forward are four words to keep you on track
Don't get your facts from a screen that's used for profitin'
That content is a con ten times out of ten
They all pretend to their friends that their life is perfect
Cause it's a trend to hide what lies beneath the surface
Dig a little deeper and you'll find a whole lot of hurt
Under the clean white lies, there lies a whole lot of dirt
We weren't born just to end up back in the fetal
Sometimes we need to scream help as if we were the Beatles
When you feel like shit in a John, I'll be lendin' a hand
Til you feel the pressure is gone, keep on venting as planned
You could see the breaking of dawn, and the mending of strands
Weathered the storm on your own,
Now you're headin' for land

Verse 1:
The problem is, your common sense, is gone and it's, so obvious
What's worse, is that you don't know what's worth
Stayin on the fence, that's why you're always butt hurt
Sorry, was that curt
Your lies are unbelievable like flat earth
Yeah
We're in the midst, of all of this mist
Been covering up all this shit
For too long, the winds of change are too strong
Til we're all dispensed, that's when you'll see that you're wrong
Sorry, that's too long
It's time to make a stand before we're all gone

Verse 2:
Blinded by the politics, one mistake that is all it takes
To send us down a road with severed brakes, into our graves
Getting numb, feeling lesser guilt (yeah)
Ticking bomb, and the pressure builds!
What do I do, seeking the truth
Every point seems to be coming up moot
Look what they lack, all of the facts
Tell you one thing then stab you in the back
Ignoring the signs, pretending we're fine, Really inside we are secretly dying
These are the moments we gotta start thinking
Of what are the movements to keep us from sinking
We're patching the holes, but another starts leaking
The silence is over the floor boards are creaking
Our eyes are now open frustration is peaking
Uncover the dirt from the rug they've been sweeping
Our window of opportunity's shrinking
It's within our grasp we are on the brink and
This is the time, drawing the line, ready to kill yeah pass me the lime

Verse 1:
You look dumb with that tatted face
Got everybody trapped in a rat maze with bad taste
In music that is never fact based
Stuck in your head, hard to get out, like grass stains
What I'm tryna say is these are sad days
Cause as long as they got their 808s
Kids will eat it up like cake
Got me in a rage
Act like it's the golden age
Like it's name is Tate
But the talent's fake, wait

Hook:
As long as your pockets are filled
You rappers don't have to be skilled
Getting money, poppin pills
Overdosing, getting killed
Promoting this lifestyle's Gucci
That's where you mumblers lose me
Ay ay ay ay

As long as your pockets are filled
You rappers don't have to be skilled
Getting money, poppin pills
Overdosing, getting killed
Promoting this lifestyle's Gucci
That's where you mumblers lose me
Wait I'm lost, ok I got it

Verse 2:
Acting like they're soldiers in marching boots
That's not the truth
Throwing out the manual
They autotune the booth
Let's cut down this tree to get back to the roots
Rally the troops
Coming at you with an army of Groots
People love this stuff I think I'm going mental
Listening to these "lil" kids acting temperamental
This music isn't permanent, it's just a rental
You don't care about the lyrics? Get the instrumental
I'm sick and tired of this mumble rap
You weak rappers need to stumble back, yeah
I'll take your drugs away so you can see you're wack
But I'm not Fat Joe, I won't give your lean back!

Hook:
As long as your pockets are filled
You rappers don't have to be skilled
Getting money, poppin pills
Overdosing, getting killed
Promoting this lifestyle's Gucci
That's where you mumblers lose me
Ay ay ay ay

As long as your pockets are filled
You rappers don't have to be skilled
Getting money, poppin pills
Overdosing, getting killed
Promoting this lifestyle's Gucci
That's where you mumblers lose me
Wait I'm lost, ok I got it

Verse 3:
These bars will go over your head but I'm at your neck
I'll add gas to the flame until you show respect
Hold on, I need to calm down
There's still hope for the game right now
This is the beginning call it foreplay
Age is not an excuse, just look at Cordae
Just because you're new doesn't mean you're my enemy
Just try to go at it with the same type of energy
There's not just one way to rap, there's plenty more
Stop giving thoughts I wouldn't give a penny for
Maybe that's the goal I'm heading towards
To change your mentality to be like 24

Hook:
As long as your pockets are filled
You rappers don't have to be skilled
Getting money, poppin pills
Overdosing, getting killed
Promoting this lifestyle's Gucci
That's where you mumblers lose me
Ay ay ay ay

As long as your pockets are filled
You rappers don't have to be skilled
Getting money, poppin pills
Overdosing, getting killed
Promoting this lifestyle's Gucci
That's where you mumblers lose me
Wait you're lost, ok you got it?

Another day another dollar
That the ladder to the top grows higher
Another day that we falter
That the eyes of the restless grow tired
Whatever choice I make, one side will find it absurd
Get called a sheep when all I want's to be heard
But I'll still keep screaming at the top of my lungs
Until the day I find the top of the rungs

Between my mind and reality there's a disconnect
Like parallel roads that never intersect
Oh the disrespect, from the ones now smarter than the intellects
Closed minds lead to those times we try to misdirect
Now progress has up and left, what did we expect
Yet I'm still grinding, yearning for respect

Every day is a new opportunity
To get past the scrutiny, but it's all so new to me
Trying to sharpen my mind just to make my point
That we live in a time that we're all disjoint
Where any choice that you make is bound to disappoint
And any flaw that you have someone will exploit
It seems impossible to get past the noise
But I'll keep finding ways to keep my poise