| They say «Lock you need a hook, better find a way and make a switch»
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| Go find you some famous friends and hang around who they see fit'
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| But i do not feed into hype or liking myself to be such
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| I just rap about my life, to some people that’s not enough
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| Fuck your preconceptions, I don’t wanna live inside your box
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| I see rapping as a vessel, another extension, it’s just my thoughts
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| If you walked a mile in his shoes, you would identify with issues
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| That would put you in such depression
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| You would be thankful of what you got
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| Lost in the vaults of another one’s bitter-ness
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| It could never be resolved so consider
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| This my final word, if you find the nerve then it’s find to swerve
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| So don’t limit, here I’m the result of a revolt in your deep soul
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| Didn’t think so, how’s that?
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| Soon as I compromise that my conscious dies
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| And you flee and I’m stuck in this trap
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| People expect you to worship their wealth
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| Follow them blind and don’t think for yourself
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| Soon as you stand on your own and demand what is known
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| Then they try to play dumb or they bail
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| I see it all as means to an ends
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| Rejected and misunderstood by my friends
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| Viewed as a loose cannon, candid, branded, but abandoned
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| Let it sink in, let it begin, this what I’ve been
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| I feel no need to concede or pretend
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| I been too humble with niggas
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| I think they forgot what I’m capable of is a sin
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| So I send you my best, you can take it as jest
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| My arrogant ways, left me stuck in a mess
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| Trapped in the middle, an assassin of riddles
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| I pity you niggas trying to get a pass
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| When I fiddle the lyrics and metaphors
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| Measure chords, ate a nigga like a set fours
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| Men will pause when I get him in his pores
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| Pussy nigga going through what is menopause
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| Would’ve been, blew up, but I’m in forest full of jealous ass dudes
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| That was on the same team had to leave
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| Now I’m going through a metamor-phosis
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| On my fourth, fifth disc, but I forfeit this like a forklift is
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| When I force this shit down your throat, then spit
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| When I fuck girl, you gonna report this dick
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| Matter fact, never could afford this shit
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| Flows under water like a porpoise is
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| And my purpose is to abort this kid
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| Pride is a whore I divorced that bitch
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| Murdering niggas running through rappers like marathon
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| I can smell the bitter-ness in everything you’re baring on
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| Then they tried to tell me slow it down, cause I’m barely on
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| Going over niggas heads like a carry on
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| Carry on with the flow, that’s the insight
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| I can tell by your bitch, you the simp type
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| If a nigga wanna test, here’s the invite
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| A warning, warn him, you contend like
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| Rap niggas say trap ain’t rap, trap niggas say rap don’t pay
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| Simpletons wanna label what’s art
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| Still I represent both either way
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| Still it represents social decay
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| Honestly what’s the most you can say?
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| I just speak from the heart and forget about any falsehood I’m supposed to
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| portray
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| Niggas log onto their pages and lie to their friends while gassing them on
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| social media
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| They deny their vulnerable side instead of what’s real cause posing is easier
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| I suppose it’s a start, exposing my woes on this road I embark
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| Imposing my vocals on locals and ignorant moguls the same while I’m making mark |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10KONDRMS, artist - Locksmith. Album song Lofty Goals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп