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Nowhere To Turn [2024]
- Yeah,
- Ayo
- //0:08
- So you
- Wanna say that my [last shit](my last album) was too mid?
- Last time I checked, you’re still asking for a hit,
- So shut the fuck up ‘fore I trap you in a ditch,
- Where only spirits can grab you in the abyss;
- Don’t ever tell me how to rap fool, or convince
- Me to leave just cuz my ass chooses to bitch,
- Go hang yourself in your bathroom, make it quick,
- Like Robin Williams, after I outrap you I’ll clasp your neck;
- Then I’m choking you to death,
- I know you’re hoping for the best,
- So you can open up my chest
- To prove I’m only just a messed
- Up human holding all the stress,
- Congruent souled man with a death
- Wish who’s been posing such a threat
- Through music only for respect;
- //0:35 Pre chorus
- Come my lady,
- Come, come my lady,
- You’re my butterfly, sugar baby,
- Come my lady,
- Come, come my lady,
- You’re my butterfly, sugar baby;
- //0:44 Hook
- Living on the edge,
- Nothing I’ll regret,
- Being dif fer ent
- Has made them offended;
- Even if I burn,
- There’s nowhere to turn,
- There’s nowhere to hide,
- Except inside these rhymes; [2x]
- //1:02
- Rhyming till I’m ninety, won’t D I E scared, more of
- Riding to my high peak or be climbing, bare holding
- The lightning bolts, I’m vying while I’m rising, spare no men,
- This time being, igniting unexciting fair performers;
- You couldn’t reach my level with some Nike Air Jordans,
- You need to eat your breakfast since you bite me e’er morning,
- You’re tryna eat these rappers cuz the candy’s not important,
- A wild beast, hyena’s snapping, causing freaking stampedes in the open;
- Actions have reactions,
- Have your plastic ass start clapping,
- Like your Kim Kardashian,
- Who’s really into fashion;
- These two minds keep fighting me,
- Who’ll try to indict me?
- Soon you’ll find your writing ceases
- You not rhyming precisely;
- As me;
- //1:28 Pre chorus
- Come my lady,
- Come, come my lady,
- You’re my butterfly, sugar baby,
- Come my lady,
- Come, come my lady,
- You’re my butterfly, sugar baby;
- //1:37
- Still up for battles, still up for wars,
- Up for the challenge, watchu got in store?
- Any style you want, thought of asking me the time,
- The time it takes just for you to automatically die;
- Auto died and now everyone wants to start a fight,
- Cough up rhymes they can find and sort out lines,
- No more right or wrong, no more politeness cause
- These fucking writers want to just knife a song;
- And that’s fine with all, so have ice in a cup,
- Cuz imma spice things on up since no one is nice anymore,
- You entitled little fucks won’t receive contrite at all,
- Yall so uptight your bras squeeze a pint of blood;
- Fuck this pride up month, man you fucking cry so much,
- Those tissues covered nothing but your organs lined right up
- In your abdomen forming fluid from ascites on your lungs,
- The only way you’ll buildup something sick, try and throw up;
- While you’re young, there’s no limit to this meter, I’m a believer,
- I’m too high up, wouldn’t come down unless I had a fever,
- On a track with me and I’ll aggressively rap better than features,
- I’ll go to Hell and tell the Devil restlessly that I've seen worse;
- You faggots wanna say “come my lady, you’re my butterfly”
- “I'm so obsessed with you baby, you have such stunning eyes”
- “He’s not replying?! I want him to acknowledge my weak pen!”
- “Lemme keep dissing them and impress my imaginary friends!”
- //2:31 Hook
- Living on the edge,
- Nothing I’ll regret,
- Being dif fer ent
- Has made them offended;
- Even if I burn,
- There’s nowhere to turn,
- There’s nowhere to hide,
- Except inside these rhymes; [2x]
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