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[Verse 1: Locksmith] They say "Lock you need a hook, better find a way and make switch" Go find you some famous friends and hang around who they see fit' But i do not feed into hype or liking myself to be such I just rap about my life, to some people that's not enough Fuck your preconceptions, I don't wanna live inside your box I see rappig as a vessel, another extension, it's just my thoughts If you walked a mile in his shoes, you would identify with issues That would put you in such depression You would be thankful of what you got Lost in the vaults of another one's bitter-ness It could never be resolved so consider This my final word, if you find the nerve then it's find to serve So don't limit, here I'm the result of a revolt in your deep soul Didn't think so, how's that? Soon as I compromise that my conscious dies And you flee and I'm stuck in this trap People expect you to worship their wealth Follow them blind and don't think for yourself Soon as you stand on your own and demand what is known Then they try to play dumb or they bail I see it all as means till it ends Rejected and misunderstood by my friends Viewed as a loose cannon, candid, branded, but abandoned Let it sink in, let it begin, this what I've been I feel no need to concede or pretend I been too humble with niggas I think they forgot what I'm capable of is a sin So I send you my best, you can take it as jest My arrogant ways, left me stuck in a mess Trapped in the middle, an assassin of riddles I pity you niggas trying to get a pass When I fiddle the lyrics and metaphors Measure chords, ate a nigga like a set fours Men will pause when I get him in his pores Pussy nigga going through what is menopause Would've been, blew up, but I'm in forest full of jealous ass dudes That was on the same team had to leave Now I'm going through a metamor-phosis On my fourth, fifth disc, but I forfeit this like a forklift is When I force this shit down your throat, then spit When I fuck girl, you gonna report this dick Matter fact, never could afford this shit Flows under water like a porpoise is And my purpose is to abort this kid Pride is a whore I divorced that bitch Murdering niggas running through rappers like marathon I can smell the bitter-ness in everything you're baring on Then they tried to tell me slow it down, cause I'm barely on Going over niggas heads like a carry on Carry on with the flow, that's the insight I can tell by your bitch, you the simp type If a nigga wanna test, here's the invite A warning, warn him, you contend like Rap niggas say trap ain't rap, trap niggas say rap don't pay Simpletons wanna label what's art Still I represent both either way Still it represents social decay Honestly what's the most you can say? I just speak from the heart and forget about any falsehood I'm supposed to portray Niggas log onto their pages and lie to their friends while gassing them on social media They deny their vulnerable side instead of what's real cause posing is easier I suppose it's a start, exposing my woes on this road I embark Imposing my vocals on locals and ignorant moguls the same while I'm making mark