(Nine.)
Blood drips down from my fingertips baby
Every fucking day feeling like a waste daily
I don't know where I been stuck inside my mental lately
Feeling like they want what I got so they hate me
I can share the voice but it comes with the pain
But the only fucking thing you wanting with you be my name
You just want me on your track
Run yo numbers in a way
I been getting double triple you could ever in a day
And that's facts
Fucking relax
If you want my sound
You ain't get it with yo caps
With your act
Tryna go and fake the rasp
Yeah I hear it in yo mix
I ain't tryna call you out
but you ain't sound the same in front of chicks
Thinking that I give a fuck
Know that I could never
I ain't rolling with a ego
Never thinking that I'm better
But you hate and you avoid me something outta my control
Thinking if you had it
You could go and reach your goals
You're the only stopping yourself
Like I am too
Forcing every track that I make
To show me improve
Never accept lack of time in the genre
As an excuse
But you cant never win if you never go and lose
(fuck.)
Blood drips down from my fingertips baby
Every fucking day feeling like a waste daily
I don't know where I been stuck inside my mental lately
Feeling like they want what I got so they hate me
I can share the voice but it comes with the pain
But the only fucking thing you wanting with you be my name
You just want me on your track
Run yo numbers in a way
I been getting double triple you could ever in a day
(The first lesson you learn from me)
(if you want to survive)
(is keep your mouth shut.)
(Do you understand me?)
(Good.)