JUNKYARD FREESTYLE

Lyrics for JUNKYARD FREESTYLE

Uh Break my heart but it's nothing new, I'm adjusted Who can I trust when jealousy got 'em lusted? I see the hate that they gave Kendrick, I loved it I see the glaze that they gave niggas that sucked But when I did it major, niggas changed the subject Let's have some fun then, fuck it, fire the function Pull up and dump shit, don't duck in your dump Dummies get dusted, cold struck in the crowd I'm the best in the world and it's no question about it Celibate circles, no fucking around Bitch, if I said it first then bro doubling down City was down 'til I came up with the sound I slayed a giant, they wanna give praise in private Evade in public, I see who remaining silent Grew up in Hades, blew up and made it out it By doing the things they do in insane asylums Losing my brain, enduring the pain in silence Who in their range could truly escape the climate? Who really do it? I do it, the pace I'm climbing Who really true with it? Who really came with timing? Who really fluent and spewing the hate that's violence? The basic mindless, look at the grace and try to Shrink the sizes, look at the cake and try to Take the slice but they just ain't precise I improvised, it came out emphasized I been decided, niggas was emphasized I been providing for niggas that been deprived The blick beside me begging a bitch to try Hold up I say like, I take pride in, you know who I am What I'm saying is as far as an artist or King, they Shouldn't be doing that because he's— we not attached to him All you do is be doing all this shit but you can't do what I do Break my heart but it's nothing new, I'm adjusted Left my side at a time knew I was suffering Put my pride on the line, you went and snuffed it Broke my mind, left me abusing a substance Blew a fuse, it erupted, drew a tool and me upped it Suicidal and hiding it to elude a discussion Toodaloo, I'ma jump, yeah, fuck it, fuck that I admit I'm mentally ruptured, start the rapture Run errands, started a rumbling I know they hate me, I hear 'em talking and mumbling I make artists uncomfortable, they don't wanna make a song again They don't give me a feature back, I don't take it as compliment See you worshiping people and I don't take it as confidence See you worshiping demons and I don't take it as dominance See you working to eat, that's when sympathy start to hit But when niggas don't hit me, I feel targeted When niggas act friendly, it feel marketed Mark my fucking words, the Martian coming to march again With the planet in my palm as I watch it spin Bring her to the scrapyard and I watch her spin Bring her to the scrapyard and I watch her What's good, bih? Dog, what you need? Oil change, new tires or something? Pull around here for me, come on