The Mess

[Verse]
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First off, fuck Instagram, you niggas too obsessed
Still gone put out major clips, then Imma log out, wish you best
Fuck these fleeting thoughts, ain't perfect but I'll work up to the vets
Fuck these breaks I'm taking, faking, I'm a constant mental mess
It's a bet if you down to work but don't be skipping steps
Imma etch, say you hard as stone but out here, you get stretched
Tecs facing niggas, I can't even fathom all the hate
803 a work-in-progress
Too much traffic, we can't race
Niggas see you doing great then the support gets washed away
I want everyone to prosper, chasing profits leads you stray
Out the way, my biggest songs ain't hit communities, I aim
For respect inside the game, I still never found my ace
Fuck these random conversations
Y'all too worried bout the change
But judge everybody's pockets, no ones rocket's in they lane
Now we all hate the change
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Never worry bout getting popular, these words a product of my pain
Time I allotted to jotting most often gave me wangs
Struggling with purpose, say I hurt you, I convert the pain
Works until I search my brain
Often solve it through the page
Product of environments that sold my happiness, the newest slave to the gains
Constantly see ends to my reign, these gloomy days
Gaslighting niggas in range, I feel insane
You can't even tame all the rage, where's my shame?
Assed out and gripping to fame, niggas be lame
Break from them mindsets, my nigga
Know you doing great, just define it, my nigga
These trials on a timer, my nigga
Find them early risings, my nigga
Get to grinding, my nigga
Mock up a dope rhyme then find bliss
Get home with mo' time to float, gliding
These flips make me wan' fry shit
I see these flows like the water hit my eyelids
Make mo' lines, we elevate and climb shit
God builds you up from a dry stint, align shit
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