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Alone, Iwont/elevatorpitch
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Mavi
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Iwont Am I worth the sh*t that I receive Am I playing into all the n***as job's it was to make a sin of my belief All my n***as just commiserate with me Blatant with it but I hate admitting I just make the digits The decisions making me Bathing syllable in rhythm I receive Hating n***as need to sit up by my feet Hating n***as need to sit im satisfied a**isting sending them to satan obviously Great when we was all casefile free Maybe we was all grapevined for the hate cause the greats made by heat Agitated, rhyming, baked, or I'm sleep Yellow tape round my face, hate-crime if state find me Hey Mavi Wait mami Ur spirit cool u can hang by me Mirror loosen my face Real literal n frank you can thank shaheed I b cool in the rain Barely move except for snooping out the late-night creep Already heard if you stayed down I'm a regular in the glade aisle If it's getting worse You can steady hurt It's already her on the way down To those petty nerds In my message hurting Fix those flexing urges in my PayPal Ima legend learn it From that steady urgent Got my veggies burning for the sake now And they f**kin w me off the strength ask em (no cap!) Buckin 4 me off the hip try it!! I b pressed for the best but accept any less It could get violent A real 1 if he sit by me Frisking bills tryna grip lighters Want the ms but it look like they kill n***as spirits when they get by em N***as got a million ways to say they wanna rip you clip it cuz they just liars I b by the river Tidings living in my pencil I can grip a trident I been cleansing sh*t the kindling crispy sentimental items I been grimacing my dimples hidden by my strength declining End is within vision ain't no ribbon where my finish line is Elevatorpitch While I got you this my elevator pitch I done trained my pencil better than my fists Made a painting from a stencil they said wouldn't fit Never had conceptions of how better this sh*t get I been fighting that depression sh*t again I b hiding all my devils with a grin Light the cess with the end of the cess then it's into my chest ain't confessing my sins Cause I know how these weapons get heads of they own and they painting my chest the behest of the crips N***a ion fret ima face on my own Conversationalist gone Drawing blanks on the daily I'm blown Carving out a case for me chasing the road Palm in my face when my failure my own Palm in my heart when I'm painting my flows Far from a park since I came back from home Calm in the car like where u taking me though? I ain't do a lot that I said that id do when my frame was restored' I b doing art because I can't be alone I b doing art because I can't be alone I b doing art because I can't be alone All that moving on sh*t made me a ghost Dirty laundry swang on the post I done wrote at least enough sixteens to relieve me of treatment neonatally appropriate I'm nobody sun but god Already know bout the f**kin odds Also know not to f**kin stop Trot on slow motion up the block Eyes won't close working in garage My folks know I'm prone off-road They gaze save me a lot Rest primarily come in breaks for cigars Families strengthened breaking the law Families get displaced by law Imagine the rage hurricane-perfect rain-when I learned exchange was to blame for things that I saw Save for tomorrow out the gains that I sow Break in the vault when the stank running low Strength raised up outta constraints Faithfully bathe in my pain bc my name on it, mostly I b doing art bc I can't b alone I b doing art bc I can't b alone I b doing art bc I can't b alone
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