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jay prime - failure (intro) lyrics

if it won’t for the music, i don’t know what i would be doing
my mind i would probably be losing
i kindly influence anyone that grind they way through it
i’m calm when i do it. and h+ll i done really been through it
and this sh+t feel heavy as h+ll. this sh+t make me feel like i’m frail
i keep so much to myself. who the f+ck imma tell?
cause when i open up it be seeming like people can’t handle the real
or rather they don’t want to handle the real
then they look me in my face and make promises but that sh+t turn to lies
wonder if i continue to internalize, will that sh+t be my demise?
i need to decide. my best course of action to get peace of mind
and yes i got love for my dawgs, but if they don’t catch up
then i’m leaving n+ggas behind
straight like that
on god
i got some girls treat me like celebrity like i just hopped off the sprinter bus
and i got some homies treat me like president. if i wanted i could get him touched
really i’m sick of the violence but it’s like these n+ggas want you to hit them up
and that sh+t sada said so real, if my brother fall imma pick em up
we did that show up at prim and it won’t deep at all but i ain’t really give a f+ck
cause i remember before we ever made money off rapping we did this sh+t for the love
and i know some n+ggas who just making money off capping but that sh+t gone catch them up
and i got some homies been making they money of trapping pray police don’t sn+tch em up
i’m too isolated. its too late to change it. been feeling alone since my adolescence
my high school, i hated. even graduation
the money and greatness, i thought i was destined
now i’m in college and all of my visions is failing
it feel like i ain’t been progressing
want to quit school. i want to quit rapping. i want to quit acting
this sh+t is depressing
failure is my biggest fear. and at this point my eyes, they don’t even fill up with tears
wonder why the f+ck i’m here
giving less f+cks and i’m moving more reckless
i grew up scr+pping. i was with the action and now i’m just trying to suppress my aggression
cleats and a helmet ain’t get me nowhere. that bleeding and sweating since i was eleven
but i learn my lessons and now i’m just counting my blessings
cause i coulda been on a shirt or a motherf+cking stretcher
but f+ck that sh+t i’m making records
and life is a struggle but i will not fold under pressure
i will not let up. keeping my foot on they neck, they can’t get up
i’m really finna start acting a ass
tired of these n+ggas and b+tches i’m fed up
i’ll swing on whoever. i’ll diss at whoever
these n+ggas talk sh+t but we know that i’m better
got so many flows my sh+t change like the weather
my blood is so cold like that december weather
from everywhere but i’m yelling out chedda
these boys wanna act tough and feel special
we both know that you love your b+tch
keep playing with sl!ck you won’t be here to tell her
i don’t f+ck with pills or f+ck with the soda
cause all of that leaning will get you knocked over
i don’t f+ck with gas i was never a smoker
my hoe say i’m boring cause i’m always sober
cut from the cloth of the rarest of n+ggas
y’all make me want to embarrass these n+ggas
these rappers is p+ssy. your momma just raised a b+tch with a d+ck. you barely a n+gga
remember last time they compared to n+ggas
i came back so heavy and buried them n+ggas
i said what i said and they jumped on my d+ck
f+ck all that sh+t i ain’t scared you n+ggas
don’t really f+ck with these parties and sh+t
my new b+tch look like cardi and sh+t
you know i had to go hard on this b+tch
when they bite it, remember who started this sh+t
the money my b+tch. marry her. boosting the bass. stereo
told y’all i had to hard on this sh+t
k!lling these n+ggas. bury them
young n+gga from the siete cinco
i’m out the chedda with cuatro cinco
put my puerto rican b+tch in a uber
she ain’t give me gato but gave me the deep throat
bend her knees holding b+lls like a free throw
don’t feel like i need to tell you the rest
all on my grind and they tell me to rest
these weak n+ggas doing sh+t they gone regret
keep on trying flex b+tch. cheat codes you get pressed
yelling my sh+t motherf+cking window. sl!ck mode in effect b+tch

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