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Pain in my chest yeah I done turned it to gold

No filters no lies just the scars and the,

Just the scars and the

I was lost in the smoke trying to find what's real

But the pain don't fade it just learns to kneel

Now I write what I bleed out i don't who'll stay

Kept it in myself just to swallow it whole

Pain in my chest yeah I done turned it to gold

I don't sell fakes only stories I told

No filters no lies just the scars and the grind

This ain't rap bitch this a war in a rhyme

This my truth not a track for the charts

Every line is a piece of my heart

Ain't no mask no role I play just the storm I survive every motherfucking day

If I break, let it play on loop so they know what the silence do

This ain't rap it's a place I go when I got no one left

Just a soul and a motherfucking pen

Just my soul and my motherfucking pen

My heart is a mess

8 years ago I thought we were locked in we were cool

You were just fucking with my heart you ain't love me like I used to

Pushing me into it telling (It's okay baby)

Now you left me scarred

Few weeks ago, you were texting me

Saying sumn' about , how is it holding G?

I say fuck you, go back to your clique,

I ain't tryna get with someone who is chasing sweet (sweet)