Lyrics

Welcome to the last record that I’m ever cutting Over other production
That shit has made me nothing
only taxin’ my budget
Not to mention clearing samples a handful
Beautiful chaos as an example
I just wanna reconnect with
Or check in on the check splits
Or maybe just break even on investments
Why is it the ppl with no assets at all make the assessments
And cleverly disguise them as suggestions like best friend
Etcetera etcetera excedrin
Compound stress makin my head spin
Correction
More money more loneliness and depression
When u broke everybody got acceptance,
U got nothing to provide so nothing is expected
Now she want breakfast
a chrome hearts necklace
All itemized on an instagram checklist
Or a Ted talk lecture by a professor on deeper connections//
How to find peace and protect it
When I speak I reflect it
But my album it has yet to affect it
I’m reckless for the record
My music don’t disrespect her but well it do contest her
I’m supposed to decompress her by any measure
A nigga only seem to stress her shit ain’t gettin better
Switching names don’t change a thing
radisson to Sonesta
The Quality is whatever when the internals are severed,
We do what we can to hold it together
we can’t hold it forever
I wish I could pick the brain of every couple that grew older together
I’m sorry I’m sidetrackin’ I’m snappin’ I went off on a tangent
I’m sick of rappin’ bout rappin’
I’m bouta narrate my actions as they actually happen,
Or focus on producing and just make it my passion
I got the basics mastered
been too easily distracted
Mitigating factors
Self inflicted personal disasters had me moving backwards
No I’m not here to make excuses to explain my absence
I was really feeling useless as a main attraction
They liquidated my passion I’m reduced to fractions

Mannnn
I promise this the last record that I’m ever cuttin’ over other production
I gotta make me something
Something more than assumptions
Something more than perfunctory in all of my functions
I told my enemies come for me I know all the junctions
Come spar wit the dragon I’m in my home dungeon
Run up to get bludgeoned
All that huffin and puffin and bluffin
we throw polo hoodies on
to go snuff a nigga and mush him
and mash his face in the brick and then shoot him twice in the spine
And then bleed him out in a pit
Engineering and design
See I now use my powers for good at least I’m tryine
This the umpteenth time I teetered over the line
I can’t play this for my mom
She gon think I lost my mind
I admit it’s hard to find
These projects are escapes for me that’s why I take my time
2019 I dropped damages my life has since refined
Thought my audience would grow with me but most of them resigned
Just another starving artist that’s delusional and blind
Hoping not to waste the last of my prime…
(Im tryin’)