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I dropped a couple weeks ago
And I’m goin’ down side, ‘cause I’ve been all alone
All this good music, still cannot promote it
Potential of runnin’ the streets but still I cannot own it
This dopeness get into my head, it’s drainin’ all my energy
‘Cause I know even if I don’t promote, I’m still gon’ make it big
Not to be forward, I know how life is like
It might not let me go up and turn my world to be colder
But I’m tryin’ and I’m all alone
But yeah, I got friends
They listen to my unreleased like “this one’s a bang, and it gon’ trend”
Compliments on compliments
“With this you winnin’”
When I fuckin’ drop, they quiet
They don’t even post the link, shit
Except P-Jay
That boy really got all my back
My link is on his bio
I once got to four hundred on the track with streams
And that’s the biggest score I’ve ever scored
If my things would go so smooth this year, I’d tell him “fuck that job, let’s go copp a mansion”
Don’t you worry how much I’m earnin’
I’ll take him, Tricco and...oh yeah, that’s where the list is endin’
The other dudes? Naw, fuck them
What you give is what you get
I gotta let ‘em know right now
So, they don’t say I turned my back when I’m famous
But I don’t know who to blame
Dots a complainer?
Or the hood is the one that don’t recognize my greatness
Or the crew don’t support me enough to be all stainless
Or maybe my run is all over but I lack awareness
Shit, that one really make sense
‘Cause I even lost fans
“which fans?”
The ones I didn’t have
Shit, I’m trippin’
Fuck, man, I didn’t have no fans
Excuse me, I’m fuckin’ on crack, man
Killin’ with my hands, this motherfucker here got armed hands
But naw, for real, back to the story, bro, I didn’t
Everybody supported, because they wanted friendships
Popsmoke, too
The other girl wanted relationships
I kissed after that I’ve seen her disappearin’
Meanin’ that I kissed her bad
Fuck, I gotta level up
Kiddin’, she just vanished because I wanted her friend after
It’s about that time they get this shit inside their head
That I’m not wimp, boy, I’m a pimp
Don’t use music to get at me, punk
Fuck, I hate how I hate all my family
Exclude Leroy and Lily, my moms
That’s where the list concludes
I’m sayin’ all this with no adrenaline of fear
If they come at me, something will be all smear
So, now let’s get little intense with little Kendrick
Little of Kendrick that grew up in the trenches
I make you laugh
Pour some stories in that
Cold on jottin, that’s facts
But I ain’t holdin’ trophies as Kendrick
‘Cause I’m in the hood where rap of English is pissin’ all bitches and niggas
It’ll take a minute to get me food, I swear to God
Even though I’m nice to rest a dude
They’ll never fuss non about it
Don’t give a fuck ‘bout you fools
I’m next on bein’ the last to ever do it
Impressed by how I kill it depressed
The depression of funny tracks surroundin’ me
And if the game is full, y’all gonna tack this lyricist
I know y’all gon’ be bored since the beat is this
Y’all wanna twerk
Don’t give a fuck ‘bout the track
And what is behind it, y’all just wanna see y’all shakin’ ass
Crazy how some people know the name “2Dots”
But still don’t know the owner of the name, bro, what the fuck?
But at least they know it with some good news that he’s the beast
Finally, I talked my shit
No need to guess who it is
So, shout out to Lawrence-G for hookin’ me up with this beat
I’m gone
