Notes

''what the fuck do these GTA rappers stand for''

Ye I grind when I write cause I got nothing to lose
Still feel I move with my back and not enough on my shoes
N it would be a shame to say that they only size sevens
But hear me when I tell you that they feel an extra 10 in em
I got a ton of solitude with no peace to my name
Spent too many months inside n wasn't tryna play games
10 hours every day at the minimum on this music
Its been taxing up my brain feeling like I've been losing it
For years, nevertheless I'm still here
Everythings a masterpiece I make diamonds, no squares
While motherfuckers shamefully have time wasted on trap
They live as long as the bottles in a party can last
Im bout turning up to playboi carti fuck they trash
Boy I'll sip their bacarti spit on they face in my raps
Sorry if Im so aggressive / but if they making hits
In their spare time n still get mentioned in peoples sentence
Then you better not mention them beside Migz J
Because I sacrificed a lot just to grind this late
Up all night wanted to die tryna find a way
To stay alive n make a vibe one more time next day
With no promises of gold I do this for my own soul
(Unless it's beats) I'm only here because I got one to owe
To what the music did for me when there was no where to go
For some escape, just some headphones to hold my own
No shoulder I could lean against, just vibes when my mind shaking
Straight outta heaven shout to sebajun and rhymesayers
Giving an eyedea (with) how to see the atmosphere
Through absence of tears whenever it gets mad n here
Trappers just dissapear, they be dying for nothing
They aint got rap career they be lying bout 100s
Me I shine with the vibers boy I keep it 100
If they aint speaking out a broken soul they need to just done it