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norm the prophet - 1 am lyrics

finding way more just to give than to lose
isolated now don’t gotta worry bout a pick or choose i seen
so many go and tell me that they gone but now they coming back that ain’t really how the story goes
and i could run this back to win it all like my name was foles
you fools should checks the scrolls instead of
counting off yo scrolls
it’s been to many people dreaming more than they goals
i was a living victim
but then i got up off my -ss and got my back up just to back my sh-t up like i’m on the wall
and lately all my flaws been talked about from wall to wall
all in all
i’m not perfect
this album’s for certain and living proof
don’t work it if i didn’t deserve it
i show a lot of reasons why i had to hide in the curtains
even explain what’s way beyond on the surface
i’m in so many accidents that now they say it’s on purpose
i just hope you found your job cause i just been working
i gotta do my dishes
and clean up my dirty laundry
i’m super clean but people still digging up dirt for me
i put in the work only
we wasn’t roomies but he called us homies
and lately i don’t have acquaintances i’m by my lonely and i love it
cause lately i don’t gotta worry bout who’s digging smuggled business that i’m worried on
people talk about me all the time, what’s yo hurry on
and can’t wait to run and tell like it’s a f-ckin marathon
worship me like farrakhan
i remember my first song y’all couldn’t even put me on
y’all thought it was trash i did too, i guess we can relate
now i’m housing n-ggas everyday like i’m in real estate
forever hungry i can see a feast as a dinner plate
but all the food is beats, trash rappers, entertainers, bad singers, fake uzi’s, fake biggie’s, megan trainors, 2pac’s, no brainers, anything that makes another n-gga think he’s gonna serve me like the waiter
man y’all n-ggas playing
i got a lot up on my chest i gotta let it out
let my momma get a visit day please let her out
i’ve been tryna bring in more figures now
but it’s hard to do that when ya life ain’t all figured out
i got past people i want back in my life
tbh one was giving me the urge to go wife
i would’ve found a way to pay it have the black all in white
but these is just some things that go in my mind some nights
i just pray that she could be ok
and if i make it big i’ll send her checks to help her right away
sometimes i wanna send her -ss a text like have you been ok
but consequences tell me it ain’t the righter way
i just pray for brighter days
i just
i just want you f-ck boys the f-ck out my face
tryna presssure me about a mother f-cking album date
then when you hear that sh-t and then you ask me like am i ok?
someday but i don’t think today
i just gotta see myself as the greatest that i could be
cause if i don’t do that then i’m has been or it could’ve been
wanna make sure that the family don’t live this way again
dhs, food stamps, sleeping on the floor again
take away from the family, y’all gon need saving again
not yo d-mn savings again imma take that too
dad ain’t wanna hear me first but now he tryna get tuned
and i won’t let him listen less he really tryna consume
every single piece of f-cking knowledge that i know of my depression
obsession
suicidal?
that’s a question?
what the f-ck
why you stressing
this really be a freestyle i really send a message on a blessing
i thought about being a gospel rapper
i made a song but y’all will never heard it
now or after
i’m like an adapter
i want every piece of energy around me captured
and if i die and not successful?
tell me was i worth it?
tell me did i help you?
the suicidal kids that tell me that they’ll go h-ll soon
i don’t want n0body to tell me i couldn’t rap on sad sh-t
and help the people that’s around me with they depression
f-ck you
what u serve
u is not the army n-gga
and if tell you bout yourself you’d wanna harm me n-gga
how come i’m always isolated when i’m always witcha
i just need my life together
i’m just like a broken pitcher
i got the juice
i spill it out, like it’s all in scriptures
every lyric that i’m writing is a scripture
do you get the picture?
i’m a prophet
i grew up in different houses and i’m normal yall just tell me i’m like everyone else
could do this album 20 times and put it right on the shelf
i already did it 4 do you believe me?
and even though i’m black and see thru do you believe me
john cena to the bullsh-t, stevie would believe me

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