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Jesse Hauser
Jesse Hauser
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Logan Browne
Logan Browne
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Olliver Scott Joseph
Olliver Scott Joseph
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Look, false personas, all is hopeless in the game now The wrong devotion flows through those who chase the same clout The pollen floating through the industry got this congested I'm XXL if they fit the pen in Fuck who they pick as freshman I SMS it, DM it and double send it 'til they get the message I road-tripped and left with Nothing, I been in city of angels long enough to sit and question Their successes, who they pay, and who they get in bed with Ooh, I can't trust a nigga (Nah) You rub a nigga wrong Heard to get to your position that you'd suck a nigga off And cover-ups are troublesome They're here a couple months then back up on the struggle bus I see, the shoe fitting well on you Cinderella boys 'Cause dressin' feminine stepping in as a selling point Renting toys, taking pics, hope you break a thousand likes Claim you 'bout that life but niggas never see you out at night I'ma need you to vacate the premises You really reaching to maintain your relevance The main reason why I don't have any friends in this is When I'm in the room, I'm addressing the elephants And they paying for plays and traffic They better off playing in traffic I've peeped game for a while, I ain't quick to judge But I can see 'em breaking character, the jig is up The ones that claim that they the realest always wind up being fakest Paying for them follows, every like and every favorite The industry's a lie, I just wish that they would rap more Artists bigger than me seem to never seem to use they platform I've sold out shows without selling out my soul I'm played in different states without me ever leaving home I made a decision to go independent When I wasn't winning 'cause trying to fit in Ain't something to live with when living the life I was given I get it But I know I'll actually make it one day When I step in the booth, I treat each record like a Sunday A cracker sipping wine, and leave confessions for my one takes Tracking every move, I'm face to face with Alan Nunn May That relationship's a one way Wanna talk numbers? Wanna talk about specifics? If it was up to plays, I wouldn't drive around a Civic My accomplishments is whispered by my critics The ones that ride for me reap the benefits that come with it I'm saying I'ma need you to vacate the premises You really reaching to maintain your relevance The main reason why I don't have any friends in this is When I'm in the room, I'm addressing the elephants And they paying for plays and traffic They better off playing in traffic I've peeped game for a while, I ain't quick to judge But I can see 'em breaking character, the jig is up
Writer(s): Olliver Joseph, Jesse Hauser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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