Lust With Pain

[Intro]
Uh
Feel me
Uh
[?] you feel me
[Verse]
I still believe in hope
I rap like I’m rich even though I’m broke
Hit the studio twice a week
Gotta do this verse while my wife’s asleep
But the world sleeping on me
I’m one step away beneath atonement
Ask my home for a single moment of his time
To hear my rhymes though big speakers
The shit like a sneeze from a fucking big creature
The beef you cook before it thaws out
I’m like a wolverine with his claws out
Slice up the pie at y’alls house
My enemies don’t believe in [?]
It’s not a rivalry if I keep beating your ass
I keep it real on my social sites
I treat my skill like its been demobilized
I’m better than rappers, better than humans
I’m better than better [?]
Where the block letter the color of slop cheddar
I get better with time
Back when I was a brainiac mother fucker saying I couldn’t rhyme
But I ain’t give a fuck
This rap shit I started to race
It could have drove me nuts until I started loving the hate
It made the artist in me go HAM
In an outrage on an outdoor stage all by myself with vitamin H
The bar play go heavier
I became less friendlier
My heart got healthier (Yummy)
I used to lend my hand out
Now I’m a selfish fuck
I’m an old fart, you ain’t got to help me up
As my circle gets smaller I barely can even fit in it
Me and my niggas straight handling business
I wanna be posted on the sea like sand dollars
I wanna hang out in a community of scholars (Yeah)
Blow the lumber outside
You know what’s cold as fuck
Seeing Stevie Wonder alive (That’s right)
Most friends is enemies in disguise
And all of that other shit I could describe
But I’m trying to vibe so I spit the pain out
Lyrically take the insane route
Contract with the beat now I’m looking for my farm out (I want my money)
Living the fuck you pay me motto
SBs the same color as chaco
The mother fucking bar’s in staccato
Been doing this shit since Thomas grandma won the lotto
Back in ’92 I tried to hoop and didn’t get picked
So I took corner shots until all of them swished
Both my brothers is missed
I wish I could roll one and talk shit with my nigs
So instead I spit the pain out
Some more
Host a meeting in a place that got Dutch doors
My life open invite I write like George [?]
Play Vic Spencer album straight though the beginning
I eat Belgian waffles and American rappers
I didn’t eat your bitch I heard she got the clapper (Ew)
Me I got the trapper keeper of art
I wanna pass it to my kids, leave a note saying I wrote it in the dark
It’s such an incredible feeling
It’ll be right here flying absolute ceiling

[Outro]
Bars are scarred you feel me
That’s what my nigga Free would say that it is
Bars are scarred
You feel me
Uh
Some fucking crazy shit