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samuel mord - aggravated lyrics

[bridge]

drake my favorite artist but no longer in my feelings
i ain’t rapping bout another b-tch until i make a million
but that doesn’t mean that i won’t have one swallowing my children
this a rap game robbery, i’m grabbing your attention

[verse]

so i’m riding through the city with my high beams on
sike, my dad’s overprotective, doesn’t let me drive alone
yeah i’m sober, don’t take xanny’s and i don’t sip on patrone
i’m just setting an example for the ones i call my own
future fans, unlike offset, future, pump, and post malone
you’re music pretty popping but your message is so wrong
saying “rip mac miller” don’t mean sh-t when you have written
bout the sickness that had k!lled him as if it’s a f-cking joke
saying “hey kids, listen to how all we do is smoke”
ne-ne-next thing you know a couple people overdose
well at least you could say that you made a profit off of those
messages turned into dead presidents, go make some more, b-tch
y’all are mellow while i roast you, eating all my s’mores b-tch
all this cloudy judgement got my vision all distorted
i haven’t actually been rapping since the storm hit
got a couple victory royale’s, now i’m back on b-tch
can’t wait for the moment, when these slacking pill-popping
face-tatted trappers get forgotten because of the mathers’s
in this game who care about the rap and not about the fame
and not about the stats and not about the names and not about the flex
jewelry gon mean nothing when you face-to-face with death
enough yelling at you b-tches, i’m boasting about myself
frugal jewish kid that’s in the stu and tryna make a record
label sign me up and help me get away from home
tryna prove to my parents i could live on my own
i don’t wanna go to med school, momma, i feel forced
you don’t get to choose your future, baby, that’s what we’re here for
put you on this planet- to drill in your head that-
you need to marry jewish- you need to be a doctor-
you need to go to school and- you better be a scholar-
let go of all your dreams, sell your soul for the dollar
i don’t give a f-ck if you’re unhappy, at least your accomplished
that’s the cycle i am living in, eternal imprisonment
ultimate control until i’m financially independent
but by then the pen’ll run out of ink and so would the p-ssion
meaning that i just got a couple of months to make this happen

[outro]

will the dragon be stuck in the cage
with an unlimited level of rage?
or will the prodigy somehow get saved?
i guess n0body can answer but fate
i really do have a lot on my plate
i turn to music to help me escape
if from this sh-t i get money and fame
i’ll forever be blessed and amazed
yeah
swearing to god that i’m not gonna stop
until my name is brought up with biggie and pacolypse
imma leave you walking out of here dead
but this ain’t no amc zombie apocalypse
my lines monotonous, no it’s the opposite
speaking of opposition, i will drop a mixtape
and will eliminate all the haters
of my generation, all it took was patience

- samuel mord lyrics

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