| Without droppin' that new hit, who’s this?
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| I’m startin' to panic
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| I don’t know what everyone is demandin'
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| Every single time I drop what I think they want
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| It falls flat and crash-lands
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| Sad I forgot why I do this
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| Why on Earth did I start makin' music?
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| It used to come so naturally and its sad to see
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| But rap just seems like a test that I don’t wanna do
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| Quick, help me, please
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| While my love for the rap game leaves
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| All the passion I had when I packed this bag
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| Never lack everything I need (Need, need)
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| To see success, I can’t fall off again, I just need a sec
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| I fuckin' hate rappin', but here I am, still pleading breaths
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| See me, a mess, maybe I should reassess
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| Maybe then people will come back and
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| I won’t feel like I’m fuckin' up again
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| That’s the issue
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| You forgot the main reason you started spittin'
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| Nowadays, you just lay and look at comments that are written
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| What about the days before the fame, before they changed your vision
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| I’ma take you back to a part of your brain that you hardly ever even visit
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| Back in the 'Bad Habit' days, there was not one track that you didn’t slay
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| You had one goal in mind: stay in line, then create your own lane
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| Make sure that anyone that ever heard you spit would not forget your name
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| Stay true to yourself and don’t ever sell, then you’ll pile up a bank
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| But what happened?
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| Scru turned his back, check your thoughts, man
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| Both of you went separate ways, that’s what happens
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| That’s part of life, but you lost your drive and you’ve fallen off the wagon,
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| it’s sad, man
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| Now remember, back in the day, you’d rap any change you’d got
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| And now it’s all about how many views you get and stackin' up the guap
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| Back at the cemetery, at your grandma’s grave
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| Pourin' out your heart with all of your pain
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| Music as an outlet for you to put out that hurt and venom inside of your brain
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| Time to rekindle that flame, time to remember your pain
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| Time to regenerate all of that venom and penetrate the wall inside of your brain
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| Time to remember your name
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| I don’t know, times are different, things aren’t like they used to be
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| A couple knives inside of my back turned me to a different human being
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| As cruel it seems, how pure and joyful makin' this music used to be
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| But now it’s like a trip to a dentist, 'cause they’re out here pullin' teeth
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| Besides, have you seen all the comments I get?
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| Constantly being belittled and shit
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| Constantly being reminded of all the times that I stumbled and tripped
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| Don’t wonder why I lost what I love
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| Nobody knew what my music meant
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| Every time they shit on Crypt, they shit on Cord, 'cause Crypt don’t even exist
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| That’s just some made-up shit to hide my name from people that wanna know me
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| But I can’t let no one get close 'cause that last one to stab me was my homie
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| Bro, please, you don’t know what’s it’s like to get on the mic and rap about
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| your life to thousands
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| Just for someone to reply that they hope you die and your music should never be
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| allowed in
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| This shit is my diary
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| And I put it out there for all eyes to see
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| But I get nothin' back but, «This song is trash
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| You should do this, you should do that
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| You shouldn’t make music, you shouldn’t rap»
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| Please tell me what I do that is so bad
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| Aw, fuck rap, you can have it back
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| Someone take my pen and pad
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| 'Cause I don’t love this no mo', I don’t wanna do this
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| I can’t put myself back through another year of this shit
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| So I’ll go ghost, adios
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| People finally got their wish
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| Y’all no longer have to deal with me
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| Peace and love, it’s Crypt
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| You’re proving my point, dog
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| When the fuck did you get so soft?
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| Why do you seek the approval from people when speakin' your own thoughts, huh?
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| You said it yourself, this is you, not nobody else
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| If you’re rappin' to prove a point, then prove it to yourself
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| You got some issues, Cord
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| And now it’s the time to figure it out
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| You got some clout, that’s cool and all, but you’re headed for a drought
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| You got success and switched to autopilot, smoothly cruisin' by
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| But by the time you look up to see where ya at, you’re in the dive
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| And now you’re panicked, lashin' out at anyone you can |
| 'Stead of pullin' on the to try to stop from crash-landin'
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| You got so many fans, but you been focused on those that are not
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| You turned your back on those that invested in you as a lower stock
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| So they dropped you
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| The Crypt they fell in love with long ago, that dude is not you
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| Take a look around, you’re by yourself and that is on you
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| No one else to blame and now it’s time you realized that before you’re lyin' in
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| the grave
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| You’re right, I’ve been makin' music for people that do not like me
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| I see how the treat all these other rappers and honestly, it’s been blinding
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| I want the success they have, I want the respect they embrace
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| But this whole time, I’ve had that from my own damn fanbase
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| That I used to host those cypher and I always had a blast, too
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| But I stopped 'em for a reason I honestly overreacted to
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| And the Cookout, I did the same shit, I was stuck and I couldn’t escape it
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| So I placed the blame in a fucked-up place that it never shouldn’t even been
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| I even forgot about Matthew, Highlights and Walker
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| Fans of mine that all lost their lives
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| Rap shit is bigger than me and I cannot believe I forgot those guys
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| And all of the DMs that I ever got from a fan tellin' me that my music is what
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| stopped them
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| They probably wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me
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| And all of the therapy in my music that I dropped
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| I was selfish
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| No matter what I do in life, there’s always gonna be those that hate
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| I could turn out to be Jesus Christ, but still their minds won’t ever change
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| So I’ll let them hate and I’ll change my ways
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| And I’ll look my fans right straight in the face
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| And apologize for all the lies I made them buy and promise not to play those
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| games
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| I’ll rap, I love rap
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| I won’t ever get this shit twisted again
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| Music saved my life more times than I can count
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| It saved me from my descent
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| So as long as there’s one person that can still connect to me
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| I won’t stop makin' music 'til I’m restin' in peace |