Worth

Lyrics

A yo
 Yo, whaddup?
 Rav still out here looking for his snare 'n shit (Fuck)
 Hey, Rav! I think I found it!
 I think Scuare found a snare 'n shit
 Wait, for real?
 Intros are easy
 Wait, no no no
 It's a hi-hat!
 (Wait is it recording now?)
 (Yeah)
 Dime 'em up
 Me and Rav on the track
 Like making diamonds touch
 He the R.K.O., I'm the diamond cut
 Find your crutch or get suplexed
 Fuck around, I turn them into oobleck
 Who next? Goldberg run it
 I ain't tryna end up in the vulture's stomach
 Bitch, I feel like I'm Armor King
 When I'm blunted
 I'm Lord Infamous
 Hoe, I run it
 Stoned like Pumice
 Solid as snakes
 Thinking I'm good
 I promise I'm great
 How many ways can I possibly say it?
 You all in my face, you get tossed in your place
 I think I'm Mase
 I think I'm Puffy right after the case
 I think I'm losing my passion to chase
 I think I'm losing my mind
 Right at the line and I'm tapping the brakes
 Used to run from my problems
 Now they sitting attached to my waist
 They told me those years I spent rapping were nothing
 But sad, I imagine the actual waste
 Now I'm in Texas
 Now all my friends are the bestest
 Now I be rapping with legends, aye
 I give a fuck what your records say
 I own myself today, it's fuck 'em
 Yo fuck your 60-40 split
 I won't give up important shit
 It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch
 I recorded this
 I am more than this
 So fuck your 60-40 split
 I won't give up important shit
 It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch
 I recorded this
 I am more than this
 Fuck it
 My life's a joke and I still know why
 Hope, dope, broke, but the deals no lie
 Now I don't focus
 I fear no time
 I ain't dip right out
 Disappear, grow time
 I don't fuck with no explanations
 I expect to grow patient
 But don't respect the whole pace of it
 I pace a bit
 I hate this shit
 Forget a lot of things
 I need a break from it
 I'm still bottled up
 I'm still chasing shit
 Why
 I
 Don't
 Know
 Why
 I don't even know an eighth of it
 Don't reveal concern
 That's some ain't shit
 I got a meal, I earned
 I guess I'm making it
 Sometimes I just need a break from this
 Sometimes there's just nothing I can take from this
 So I'm
 All in, all in
 I don't need to find my calling
 I'm just biding time
 I'm stalling
 'Til I'm in the light
 I saw it
 I'm just so tired these words don't need to make sense
 I don't think things through
 I don't need to play dead
 I don't see hate spread
 I'm still here
 Fans stay loud never will hear, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yo fuck your 60-40 split
 I won't give up important shit
 It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch
 I recorded this
 I am more than this
 So fuck your 60-40 split
 I won't give up important shit
 It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch
 I recorded this
 I am more than this
 This that
 Big dick flow at peak performance
 Fuck an applause, I don't seek endorsements
 Rather be supportive of what I deem important
 Rather be recording
 Rather seek rewarding experiences
 Rather be something more than I am
 Where I'm not crawling on land
 Put my worth in my hands
 To fill holes deep in the dirt from concerns
 I can't stand when I talk 'bout this shit
 Been talked about it like forty times this year
 Why do I walk the line all the time when there ain't shit near?
 I'm 'posed to be s-tier
 Close and yet still fear falling part
 Crawl in the dark is all I ever do
 I've grown bored of this arc
 Surely I'm smart?
 And maybe my brain falling short of my heart?
 The shore isn't far
 Yeah
 Your assessment don't affect my value
 They will let you keep your worst to pull the bestest out you
 But they're only ever pressed 'cause they're less without you
 Let the pressure vacuum, don't accept the shackles
 No
 Show 'em what you got now
 Show 'em you won't bow down
 To them nor my weakest days
 My frequencies go louder
 Rav
 Yo fuck your 60-40 split
 I won't give up important shit
 It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch
 I recorded this
 I am more than this
 So fuck your 60-40 split
 I won't give up important shit
 It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch
 I recorded this
 I am more than this
 Hey, Rav
 Whaddup, man?
 Can you get that mic outta my fucking face? I'm tryna eat dinner
 It's like, across the room
 G-get it out of my face, Rav
 It's across the room
 Get it out
 Okay
 Ahahahaha
 Ahahahaha
 Wait a minute
 What am I laughing at?
 I'm supposed to be depressed!
 

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Duration
04:08
Key
10
Tempo
114 BPM

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