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ls - raise on d'être lyrics

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see, n0body’s buying, and i been really trying
but the only thing certain in this life of mine is dying
the party’s over, no la*di*da’ing, see i realised
the reason i wanted money was so i could get the female eyes (on me)
in music, i chose to do this ‘cause it’s the only thing that leaves my soul satisfied
and this my passion, so the only way that i could rationalise my staying in the game was to make the paper, but the game is what i’m defying, not even that i despise it, but i’ve decidеd to take a step back from doing it for the viеws, ’cause that was never my muse or what amused me, i’m in a different kind of park, this content’s really dark, and so i’m not complying with and producing what the clientele want
i refuse it, hence i use it for my own therapeutic, introducing something that’s more conducive, (fighting/vying for better health rather than wealth)
i don’t even want the wh0res anymore
should would love to go on tour
but who am i fooling if they thought my favourite was a bore
though for him it was possible, already got trainers galore
so now i’m focused on making an income for my son as i’ve already fulfilled my wish to make this tape
this is the outcome and the outro
i can go without, so i’ll continue in my own time for my own sake and selfish desires and obsession to be great in my own lane
but for now, it’s farewell to shenanigans and playing the game
came a long way from standing next to guy masterson and lieutenant brannigan, playing a role on the stage, didn’t see a rose on the stage
i know, for the most part of my life it’s only me to be blamed
’cause i was doing it for some doll, doing it for some dollar equivalent/exchange
tired of being a hit dog, always out here on my holler
now instead, i grab myself by the collar
not tryna force hits, though i want out of my squalor
only so much time left before i’m in the funeral parlour
20*fine and soon 30, wanna get home early retirement
but the requirement to do that is likely not within my moral compass or spirit i hold too dearly to my heart, ’til death do we part
i’ll be a beasty mc, eh like mc*eiht
been chasing this thing like a ring in the nba
do i really wanna sign my life away like a girl in a ball player’s house, penning an nda
now the soul feels empty, eh?
what good is it if i’m rich with a b*tch who’d be absent if the funds were low
she sipped some absinthe and got trained by the mandem, just some months ago
would i believe they really love me so because i wrote some songs like trey, now they tryna have my baby (bay baeh)
that’s just the game
i’m speaking to you on a level like a bungalow
before you reach another like chauncey, teddy & co
just want you to think, is it all worth it for abundance of p*ssy stroking ego and admiration
you grew up with a blinding fascination that you’ve now recovered from and got some brand*new eyes, tryna build this brick by boring brick towards a shiny prize
since/surprised you didn’t go uni and get a graduation, but you got something better than that
i know it ain’t easy, by any means, might end up like old katy b if i’m stuck tryna find something to please me
don’t wanna be a broken record, so
i’m on a mission for peace/ps so i can better my life
so i can provide a better one for my son, believe me
but it takes affirmative action and a head in the right direction to get this black off the streets, see
this one’s for the people suffering, stay well
including myself
truthfully, i wanna live in the studio, eating ramen, rhyming like weezy
but my reputation as a father before rapper is what precedes me
so heed my words, as i proceed to give my seed what he needs
meaning i gotta leave rap alone, my son needs me
is this forever, though?
do i really have to let ’em know?
i don’t think they really wanna know
i wade/i’m wading through [the] rain, sleet or snow
do they really wanna know
heart on my sleeve, yeah, i let it show
could i ever blow?
maybe so, but i really gotta go

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