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dz svg - boy on the ledge, pt. 2 lyrics

[verse 1]
i was fed a lot of bullsh+t
now i’m gonna regurgitate
i was rated as a degenerate renegade
so much i hate i’d generate
just so i could narrate
even at a tender age they told me to get my head straight
they said, sit down, shut up
and don’t ever talk back
i’m buggin’, and grabbin my nuts
screamin f+ck that
at wits end with dim wits
sick of the b+tch fits
this boy on the ledge and he about to go jump, man
sp+ce jam tunes on shrooms with all my goons
why the f+ck you care bout the things i do?
claimin’ we close but you no fam
you a snake elevatin’ on the ladder with no class
fake do what fake does
fake friends and fake love
y’all sheep, sleep walkin’, wake up
y’all pop v’s to catch z’s as a remedy
i plugged out the system, now i’m public enemy
(yeah, boi!)

[skit]
“it’s so much sh+t!
why are they talkin’ so much sh+t?
it’s so disrespecting
so should i, like
should i show them my boundaries?”
[verse 2]
back at it like a bad habit
they call me toxic, obnoxious
a pest in the office
jealous motherf+ckers never stoppin’ with the gossip
you ain’t hot sh+t
i’m poppin’, i pop it in when i’m in different continents
twisting consonance
constantly mocking me
your girl always end up where my c+ck will be
she give me head
and i give her higher consciousness
f+ck her brains out
vanish like david copperfield
motherf+ckers don’t like me?
you think i give a f+ck?
well surprise motherf+cker i don’t
don’t take the joke too hard, you might choke
proceed to bless the mic and spray dope
you on your feelings b+tch, i stay woke
you snort that sh+t on the way to work
they get the punchline, some how you don’t
fame do what fame does
you’re fake news and made up
that yay can change ya
so brainless, brainwashed agents change up
f+ck with me wrong
i’ll leave your brain gone
[bridge]
don’t push me cause i’m close to the edge
i’m trying not to

[verse 3]
lose my motherf+cking bread kid
‘cause i lost my patience
you’d think i’d f+ck with you
if i didn’t needed the pay check?
if i find deduction in my payment
someone from production
gon’ end up in concussion
chalked up on the pavement
if we getting petty i’ma say it how it is
i can’t help it if you always acting like a b+tch
saying this, saying that
claiming you veteran
nagging this, hating that
why you act so bitter, kid?
i know how to get mine
you envy when i get shine
can’t knock the grind
you passed prime
talk sh+t like its past time
night night
put you out right before your bed time
you know what the truth is
you wish you was showbiz
washed up, shoulda woulda wish you was hood rich
never was, never made a hit, never famous
reason why you hate this?
(yeah, boi!)

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