This verse always felt like the goal of every emo text rap post ever:
I feel like I'm walkin' a tight rope without a circus net
Poppin' Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect, but I work a sweat for this worthless check
I'm about to burst this TEC at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage, especially when I'm engaged
And my daughter's down to her last diaper
It's got my ass hyper
I pray that God answers; maybe I'll ask nicer
Watchin' ballers while they're flossin' in their Pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph-signers
We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fries and average half-pinters
But player-haters turning bitch like they have vaginas
‘Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money'll brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
When snakes slither in the grass spineless
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I'm just swinging swords strictly based on keyboards, unbalanced like elephants and ants on seesaws.
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