Heard this beat and I wondered if I could rap on it
Wondered if this shit would still slap,
Even if I shat on it
My confidence been low,
My nigga Kenzo had told me my time was coming
The stove god told me shits coming my way next
But I ain't talkin success I'm talkin writing my texts
Talkin being contempt
I'm talking writing my story less thinking about my
Less thinking about the people I hurt
When I was at my worst
And as I write these words
I feel empty
Periodical sorrow
Feeling like theres no tomorrow
It's so lengthy
Apologies
The grief and animosity I caused can't be revoked
And everytime I revisit these moments start to choke
On this nonexistent ball that starts formin in my throat
Trynna call my niggas but the answers they don't know...
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Ooh shit!
That was some Final Destination shit
Forty!
(Aye)
Heard this beat and I wondered if I could rap on it
Wondered if I could convey the real me
Not them niggas on TV in cc and triple s
Rollin' around int they G16's
In the back with triple d titties
Heard this beat and I wondered if I could rap on it
My skillset
Ain't complex
But i'm trying my best to get better
The forty8Era has only just begun
Not doing this shit for fun this is my life
Still wonder if I could rap on it
The pressure on my pen is heavy
Motivation is envy
I'm constantly comparing myself to niggas I can't be
So I wonder if I could rap on it
(Fuck)