JUNKYARD FREESTYLE Lyrics by Kenny Mason
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Break my heart but it’s nothin’ new I’m adjusted
Who can I trust when jealousy got ’em lustin’?
I see the hate that they gave Ken and I loved it
I see the glaze that they gave niggas that suck but when I did it major, niggas change the subject
Let’s have some then then, *** it fire at the function
Pull up and dump ***, don’t duck and yo’ dumb
Dummies get dusted
Cold struck in the crowd I’m the best in the world and it’s no question about it
Celibate circles, no ***’ around
*** if I said it first then, bro doublin’ down
City was down till I came up with the sound
*** the giant they wanna give praise in private
Evade the public I see who remainin’ silent
Grew up in Hades, blew up and made it out it
By doin’ the things they do in insane asylums
Losin’ my brain endurin’ the pain of silence
Who in the reigns can truly escape the climate?
Who really do what I do at the pace I’m climbin’?
Who really true it and who really came in timing?
Who really fluent and spewing the hate? they spineless
They basic, mindless, look at the grace and try to
[?] the sides they look at the cake and try to
Take the slice but they just ain’t precise
I improvise and came out emphasised
I been decided, niggas was infant sized
I been providin’ for niggas that been deprived
The blick beside me, beggin’ a *** to try, hol’ up
Break my heart but it’s nothin’ new I’m adjusted
Left my side at a time, knew I was sufferin’
Put my pride on the line, you went and snuffed it
Broke my mind left a-busin’ a substance
Blew a fuse it erupted
Drew a tool on me, upped it
Suicidial and hidin’ it to elude the discussion
Toodaloo I’ma jump
Yeah *** it, *** that
I admit I’m mentally ruptured
Start the rapture, run Eren starting the rumblin’
I know they hate me I hear ’em talkin’ and mumblin’
I make artists uncomfortable, they don’t wan’ make a song again
They don’t give me a feature back, I don’t take it as compliments
See you worshippin’ people and I don’t take it as confidence
See you worshippin’ demons and I don’t take it as ***
See you workin’ to eat, that’s when sympathy start to hit
But when niggas don’t hit me I feel targeted
When niggas act friendly it feel marketin’
Mark my ***’ words the martian comin’ to march again
With the planet in my palm as it start to spin
Bring ’em to the scrapyard and I watch ’em spin
Bring ’em to the scrapyard and I watch ’em