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v-i - intervention (feat. j.r. the golden ticket) lyrics

at this point this rap is an addiction
this gift right here’s acidic man i’m k!llin’ what you’ve given to the game
and good riddance to your writtens, this is how i k!ll affliction

consequences for these walking contradictions
i ain’t in it for the mentions, y’all will bury shame for some ascension
apprehensive so i question most intentions
when the fakes intertwined with the real like hair extensions
only focus making history, the fam and these expenses
i’m pretty pensive, but all these recent trends done got me tense
when reminiscing on the chances i was given
seen what y’all been gassin’, my vision never dismayed
looked around, the majority was barely mid grade
narcotics in brain, but what they speakin’ is flawed
no khaled’s son by any means, but what you’ve seen a facade
look up to singin’ applause, but repercussions remain
these are harrowin’ circumstances, y’all just take it in vain
built your fame trending habits others cope with for real
i’ve been tryna find the perks, or where they see an appeal
there’s science breaking down trees, but what’s found a way to stump me
is how we rappers went, from the dealers to the junkies

questions ’bout it all, still searching for answers
y’all elevated clowns, and then lowered the standard
might make em’ dance, y’all don’t see the intentions
in the lines they putting down, cause y’all need intervention

questions ’bout it all, still searching for answers
y’all elevated clowns, and then lowered the standard
might make em’ dance, got no hidden intentions
in the lines i’m putting down, cause y’all need intervention

leaving rappers in intervention, they’re mumbling for attention
got their fans to pop some xans and now spotify’s their addiction
no wonder why these hoes think their bad ain’t no fact or fiction
listenin’ to x and popping x thinkin’ they reachin’ their fruition
all these garbage artists boosting they ego claim they’re on missions
place a message in my music, counting green is my nutrition
y’all lacking the substance, like all of y’all smokin’ reg
letting the real over your head think you got a queen? she’s the meg (yeah)
how you feel? screwed over a deal
thought you would blow like an 8 ball, but you’re begging for a meal
these b+tches lower standards just to get with a square
and if you got a problem, then you better grow a pair
all of y’all are two+faced, see with my third eye through a trip
hoes tryna talk sh+t, but all them d+cks gave you a lisp
in the booth, cooking up, mixing records with my wrist
it’s the golden ticket you won’t make it, intervention’s missed
hoe!

i’ve been sitting back, calculatin’
really tryna understand, my observations
i lost track of a ceiling (did), all these flows i’ve been blessed with
gaining habits from your rap ain’t no return on investment
i refuse to contest them, holding so much reluctance
doper sober overdosing but y’all lackin’ in substance
barely crackin’ the surface, my extacy is disdain
ain’t no hero in these characters y’all placing in vain
i’ve been writing ’til, there’s carpal tunnel in my fist
anyone can cook with pyrex but the products in your mix
the results are in my wrist, y’all done made me this insomniac
sicker by the minute, and the rest are hypochondriacs
potent with these type of tracks, one heck of feeling
when they bouncin’ to your rhythm and wisdom consistent
prefer my music like my women, quality instead of quantity
synonymous with rappers because very few astonish me

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