(Libra Tendencies)

I'll surpass every limit that you set for me Fuck a Nike, why these hypebeast niggas check for me? You my bro, you say you hungry, here's a recipe And somehow niggas still gonna treat me like their enemy It's like they lied, claimed they believing in my destiny I watch the love reveal deceit, it's really jealousy I've barely started and you fiend to end my legacy Aim these chops in one direction, sing a fucking melody I been slaving towards perfection But it never works for me Oh, you'd ride with me to heaven? You ain't in no hearse wit me Fresh to death then resurrect Like Zuko burn them third degree Every day I pray I don't wake up And that's a curse to me But I'm still alive, so all you niggas up that magazine Fast lane when I drive and bitch you still just getting gasoline Niggas waiting until I'm up to say they want a track wit me This mac on me sing a rhapsody, you dead, that's tragedy Little bitch, this is how it looks to break your limits I could turn you to a nonexistent digit or a fraction Up it on these niggas, fuck division, it's subtraction Oh, you on the road? Bitch you don't even get no traction Heavy heart, heavy legs Can't move, I'm just stuck to my bed I been solo for so long, I don't feel nothing at all And every goddamn time I end up with my back to the wall I've been at this shit so long I don't feel nothing at all And every goddamn time I end up with my back to the wall And when it falls I'll have my back to the wall And I'll be back to the wall And I'll be back to the wall And I'll be back to the wall No time to stop or to stall, at all Back to the wall That's all!