Crypt’s Carol

[Verse: Crypt and Crypt's Thoughts]
Yo, what are you doin'?
You should be out there makin' that new music
The Crypt I know will never go as long as you did
Without droppin' that new hit, who's this?
I'm startin' to panic
I don't know what everyone is demandin'
Every single time I drop what I think they want
It falls flat and crash-lands
Sad I forgot why I do this
Why on Earth did I start makin' music?
It used to come so naturally and its sad to see
But rap just seems like a task that I don't wanna do
Quick, help me, please
While my love for the rap game leaves
All the passion I had when I packed this bag
Never lack everything I need (Need, need)
To see success, I can't fall off again, I just need a sec
I fuckin' hate rappin', but here I am, still plеading breaths
See me, a mess, maybе I should reassess
Maybe then people will come back and
I won't feel like I'm fuckin' up again
That's the issue
You forgot the main reason you started spittin'
Nowadays, you just lay and look at comments that are written
What about the days before the fame, before they changed your vision
I'ma take you back to a part of your brain that you hardly ever even visit
Back in the 'Bad Habit' days, there was not one track that you didn't slay
You had one goal in mind: stay in line, then create your own lane
Make sure that anyone that ever heard you spit would not forget your name
Stay true to yourself and don't ever sell, then you'll pile up a bank
But what happened?
Scru turned his back, check your facts, man
Both of you went separate ways, that's what happens
That's part of life, but you lost your drive and you've fallen off the wagon, it's sad, man
Now remember, back in the day, you'd rap any change you'd got
And now it's all about how many views you get and stackin' up the guap
Back at the cemetery, at your grandma's grave
Pourin' out your heart with all of your pain
Music as an outlet for you to put out that hurt and venom inside of your brain
Time to rekindle that flame, time to remember your pain
Time to regenerate all of that venom and penetrate the wall inside of your brain
Time to remember your name
I don't know, times are different, things aren't like they used to be
A couple knives inside of my back turned me to a different human being
As cruel it seems, how pure and joyful makin' this music used to be
But now it's like a trip to a dentist, 'cause they're out here pullin' teeth
Besides, have you seen all the comments I get?
Constantly being belittled and shit
Constantly being reminded of all the times that I stumbled and tripped
Don't wonder why I lost what I love
Nobody knew what my music meant
Every time they shit on Crypt, they shit on Cord, 'cause Crypt don't even exist
That's just some made-up shit to hide my name from people that wanna know me
But I can't let no one get close 'cause that last one to stab me was my homie
Bro, please, you don't know what's it's like to get on the mic and rap about your life to thousands
Just for someone to reply that they hope you die and your music should never be allowed in
This shit is my diary
And I put it out there for all eyes to see
But I get nothin' back but, "This song is trash
You should do this, you should do that
You shouldn't make music, you shouldn't rap"
Please tell me what I do that is so bad
Aw, fuck rap, you can have it back
Someone take my pen and pad
'Cause I don't love this no mo', I don't wanna do this
I can't put myself back through another year of this shit
So I'll go ghost, adios
People finally got their wish
Y'all no longer have to deal with me
Peace and love, it's Crypt
You're proving my point, dog
When the fuck did you get so soft?
Why do you seek the approval from people when speakin' your own thoughts, huh?
You said it yourself, this is you, not nobody else
If you're rappin' to prove a point, then prove it to yourself
You got some issues, Cord
And now it's the time to figure it out
You got some clout, that's cool and all, but you're headed for a drought
You got success and switched to autopilot, smoothly cruisin' by
But by the time you look up to see where ya at, you're in the dive
And now you're panicked, lashin' out at anyone you can
'Stead of pullin' on the yoke to try to stop from crash-landin'
You got so many fans, but you been focused on those that are not
You turned your back on those that invested in you as a lower stock
So they dropped you
The Crypt they fell in love with long ago, that dude is not you
Take a look around, you're by yourself and that is on you
No one else to blame and now it's time you realized that before you're lyin' in the grave
You're right, I've been makin' music for people that do not like me
I see how the treat all these other rappers and honestly, it's been blinding
I want the success they have, I want the respect they embrace
But this whole time, I've had that from my own damn fanbase
That I used to host those cyphers and I always had a blast, too
But I stopped 'em for a reason I honestly overreacted to
And the Cookout, I did the same shit, I was stuck and I couldn't escape it
So I placed the blame in a fucked-up place that it never shouldn't even been
I even forgot about Matthew, Highlights and Walker
Fans of mine that all lost their lives
Rap shit is bigger than me and I cannot believe I forgot those guys
And all of the DMs that I ever got from a fan tellin' me that my music is what stopped them
They probably wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me
And all of the therapy in my music that I dropped
I was selfish
No matter what I do in life, there's always gonna be those that hate
I could turn out to be Jesus Christ, but still their minds won't ever change
So I'll let them hate and I'll change my ways
And I'll look my fans right straight in the face
And apologize for all the lies I made them buy and promise not to play those games
I'm back, I love rap
I won't ever get this shit twisted again
Music saved my life more times than I can count
It saved me from my descent
So as long as there's one person that can still connect to me
I won't stop makin' music 'til I'm restin' in peace