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[VERSE 1: Tradell]
I’m just a masochistic, sacrilegious sack of shit
A massive pacifist, I match a mattress to my mattresses
But never pass my senses to the asses of the masses-es
A catalyst, even if it puts me in caskets
It’s a magic kinda feelin’ when u pass a former ceilin’
Whether pushin’ past sum havoc or advancin’ on ur healin’
Weather forecast of my life stay lookin’ zany as New Zealand
Too a Creator, banned a lot to keep it reelin’
Creative juices in the blender for the smoothest music
I dos it better than whoever dos it
And it’s never too thick, never mal-acoustic
Even walls of sound be hella lucid
Id said “Possess the gift, u betta use it” so I ...

Push all the buttons, and I just let the groove take off
I tend to love it so I can’t let the juice drain naw

That writer’s block be tryna cloud me on every song
So what they call a brainstorm, to me is heavy fog

[VERSE 2: Rome Creative]
I don’t trip on a “L” ‘cause I’m due for a win
Writin’ so much got a bruise from the pen
Outside late night cruisin’ again
Tryna gather my thoughts and collect my zen
Step in stu’ ain’t no time for a hesi’
Rap ’til my wrist got a Presi’
Betty
Whole team countin’ up fetti
Can’t let the brainstorm fog my lens
Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it
Walk in the room, everybody get tense
Love me or hate me, don’t walk on the fence
Went from hotels to a crib in the pent’
Took a lot of work
Took a lot of work, yea
Took a lot of work, yea
Took a lot of work
Niggas send shots but it feel like Nerf
2025, still smokin’ on purp’
Lame ahh nigga, for the fame ahh nigga
While I’m rappin’ my heart, niggas pimpin’ the art
Hard to find light when u livin’ in the dark
Everyday, wake up lookin’ for a spark
Remember them days I was ridin’ on DART
Tryna find a way, bills get paid
Niggas told me that this shit was a phase
But I mean every single word I say now
Yea I mean every single word I say
Shit ain't no phase
Shit ain't no phase, nah