Btw this is off the top of my head.
1st take. Freestyle.
So... sorry if I suck.
Yeah.
Its Dusphoria.
I look at the time and its, 7:21.
And she telling me she done.
I tell her me 2, because this is dumb.
And my heart turned pitch black, numb.
I ain't the type to tell you, you suck.
But I guess you all outta luck.
Smack you away like a hockey puck.
My ex crazy she tried to run me over with a truck.
I barely gotta away from her. Pulled that stop drop and roll.
Who am I gonna call? Ain't nobody would believe me if that's what I told.
I can see Agony at my door steps, in my room in the mirror. Tryna have my soul sold.
"You ain't ever getting control of my mental" that's what I told-
Him. Writing these verses off of the top of my head.
Not like these rappers that cursing, Than take back what they said.
I ain't feel the pain no more of this industry.
The other day my lil bro tried to rap som song, tryna mimic me.
I let him spit, but when he said he wanted to be like me I stopped him instantly.
I told him to stay in school. You ain't want this publicity.
But he only 9, so what I expect?
Rough times, people loosing respect.
They see me and they just neglect.
I what we say?! "PROTECT YOUR NECK"
I was raised to rob a crib, bust in through the deck.
But I bad to put my lifestyle into check.
Traveling through the infinity,
They be liking my symmetry.
I been mastering consistency.
I been mastering my imagery.
I been mastering living life positive and not miserably.
Maybe because you cant feel my pain vividly, doesnt mean you cant see it visually.
This is a 1 take...
Look what I make?
Every year im getting more and more at stake.
I'm feeding you people a plate.
Of music.
You listen so you use it.
But yall may need to loose some weight.
They been saying "rap is a competition" you need to win.
I gotta calm down my ambition.
Or I will sin.
Cant loose my composition.
Never again.
You wanna know my disposition?
We keep it real in the end.
Dusphoria.
