I'm sick and tired of the backhanded compliments
Fuck the flowers and the awards, I want a monument
You hit me up on the 'gram & asked to make amends
I can't promise it, on my momma you niggas paranoid
Been using music to fall this hole that I call a void
The way I'm sliding on these beats
I'm leaving niggas paranoid, writing like I got bills to pay
Yea, I'm really unemployed
My nigga, you got a whole job
Please lock in (huh)
Snow fell in Niagara, almost nothing out here
And I'm clear like some Agua
Them bittersweet cries came from friends that betrayed me
Learned to swim while playing with fire
Y'all can't hang with me
I'm slowly starting to see the vision
Feel like I'm on a mission
Veil gave me the sign when I was questioning my own intuition
But on the real, man, y'all use to look up to me
I get some recognition, now you feel like you stuck with me
What is a man?
A miserable little pile of secrets
But enough talk, HAVE AT YOU! (yeah)
Call the batter, tell him it's a home run
We show boats up on the water, braggadocious for fun
You need funds, well, I got money ready to pile for these missiles
Clearly, they scared of the incoming impact
Left on the city that I once came from
Ready for the war, I ain't coming to sing no safe song
Promise in my raps that a nigga don't got a say so
Says like I'm Che, I kick you like I was Statham
I don't need a states discretion
Living lavish, lying on a beach that had me second guess
Secret spying, seeing certain serpents in my own direction
Pray to God he keep me safe
Touched the fire, figured that's him giving me my second lesson
Made the choice to be an artist that's penning
And made the choice to be the greatest they announcing up next
Knock kneed, hella stanky when I'm rapping these flows
Grabbed my leg just to show y'all how I'll take my next steps
Like damn
It's me and Web
Me and WebDumps
Web x T on Top, you already know what it is
They can't fuck with us
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