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Impeachment
Smaxklord
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I tried
I'm pulling heart strings at the door
My heart swims in remorse
Die and all you hear is guitar strings from the chorus
With God singing of course
This Album So Elegant while playing it
You'll feel like ya mind was placed in
An excellent Wine Tasting resort
My albums being wine aging is why I can't be ignored
Promised myself success before I'm erased in the morgue
Yea
Underestimated the road that they Chose for the reckless
My Guardian Angel need a promotion for showing direction
And Making Sure That My Soul Is Protected
In Hopes Of Perfection
And describing Chain of events through vocal projection
Plus the chain on my neck looks so dope you can't sober my necklace
I always obsess over possessions that I can't control
Hopefully I'm released from them mental shackles it ain't parole
Please don't judge my dawg he a vacant soul
Scared of what to address
My life's a Continuous chess match with my expressive side
I choose what fight for i got Selective pride
Just to get my heart and my mind on the same page is a whole exercise
Peace is what I'm on the quest to find
First time me and my girl kissed and we felt a spark
I told her that i was only here to electrify
Until that Gold coffin they offer my body to Rest inside
Drops
The Miseducation of the lonely man
Can't picture anyone stripping my confidence away
I treat the rap game like an Only fans
But Becoming famous isn't the goal at hand
If you repeat anything I ever spit
You'd probably end up with swollen glands
God sent me to foil plans
The stress and concern in their heart is visible
When I said I'm killing the game they took it literal
If rap ain't dead it's in critical Condition
Half of these kids on percs cuz they miserable
Ima need Whoevers eager for dissing to Come forth
Thinking he's eating until I Feed him a biscuit he's done for
Now he's in the fetal position
But I Got so much beef from tension
To even step ya Feet in the kitchen is one floor
I know nygils in heaven happy Im finally returning back to the music
Rappers get ya money don't earn plaques that are useless
From Interning rap as a student to Turning rap to a movement
Pay my respects back because smack was the blueprint
Don't ask for a feature unless ya hova
I'm overcharging nรฎggas for what they did to the culture.
Sometimes I sit and reflect about memories
And what my legacy would be if I wasn't
So heavily influenced by who's gonna treasure me whenever I leave.
Those are the type of thoughts that are deadly as me
All these insecurities amplify by 3 in my head
Like who's still gonna be a fan of me when I'm dead
Women don't like my songs just have fantasies in my bed
Tightrope of life is hanging Atleast by a thread
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