I got issues
I got issues
Don't know what's wrong with me
Life don't belong to me, I'm twisted
But please don't talk to me
I want my privacy, I'm different
My ex still stalking me
Stop private calling me, I'm clicking
My demons taunting me
They always talk to me, their mischief
Got me so back and forth like, why am I rapping for?
Paralyzed by my trauma, denying my problems
And pain that I can't ignore
It gets to the point that I get so motherfuckin' pissed, that I just can't record (Rrr)
So then I feel low, self loath
Until, well, I snap of course
I need to restart, they critique my art
Regardless, I'm still leaving a mark
Achieving it all, no need to applause
Every record I'm giving is me conveying my feelings
Hoping that one day I can just piece all my thoughts
I'm releasing songs that peak on the charts
Unique with the bars, I'm the underdog
But when you see me I'ma leave you in awe
Don't speak, I'm in charge
Keep thinking you're hard
I'll put you on blast, we'll see who you are
Just see me tomorrow, 'cause
Either way, I'ma be here (Yuh)
You'll be gone I'll be here (Yuh)
I can tell your end's near
You have a weak career
Bitch I'm Sik, they probably shouldn't provoke him
I don't trip, I body shit and you know this
We don't click, it's obvious you have motives
I'll say this, I constantly feel alone (Alone)
Strangers claiming that they know me
When they really fuckin' don't
Always saying that they love me
But then judge me on the low
It's fucked up, I scream "Fuck love"
I just don't want love anymore (No)
I'm gone, I gotta go
I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Yeah, yeah)
I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Ghost, ghost)
I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Ghost, ghost)
I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Ghost, ghost)
I'm gone (Ghost)
Oh, you're a fan? I don't believe it
How do I know? I'ma tell you the reason
You only know me from my "Seven Years Remix"
Check all my releases, my catalog deepens
My bag is heavy, I carry my demons
They cut 'till I'm bleeding
I'm up while you're sleeping
I'm not the bigger person, I'ma get even
The reaper of rap, bitch I'm back to my reaping
I'm thinking 'bout shaking this industry up
Got millions of streams, it isn't enough
You say you gon' diss me? I think it's a bluff
You're not on my radar, I'm levels above
I stick with my guts, just look what it's done
Got two million monthly listeners a month
I'm watching you plunge, I'm watching for fun
I love when you fail, I'm devious, huh
No (Nah, nah)
I was the good guy 'till you made me bad
The tables turned, now you feel my wrath
I'm flourishing' and I can't go back, woah (Woah, woah)
I'm not hollywood, or a sellout
I'm bringing you hell now
Always walk around with my head down 'cause
Strangers claiming that they know me
When they really fuckin' don't
Always saying that they love me
But then judge me on the low
It's fucked up, I scream "Fuck love"
I just don't want love anymore (No)
I'm gone, I gotta go
I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Yeah, yeah)
I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Ghost, ghost)
I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Ghost, ghost)
I'm gone, I'm going ghost (Ghost, ghost)
I'm gone (Ghost)
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