Weight
Yah
Carry the heavy, a bevy they never to see
Think ya bearin' mentality so cleverly
But eventually, ya top blows off
A build-up of pressure, like ya Yellowstone park, in a geyser
Load it up and ignite sir
It took ya time to get here, now turn a fighter
No hire like Zanza with his zanbato
Bear the past, present, and future in one motion
Letting it go, betting and no, know the flow an how it grows
Dreading unknown, feelin' a tone drone off in a distant zone
But we green park here, chill in Ohio
We fly dohh, smoke two on a high blow, don't like low
Throwing a stone, hoping ya go, prone to show Simon the points
Find on your own, light up a cone, lone island of misfit joints
We stoney blowney no need to show me homie
Slowly going Roldie, a foley thowing the weight up on me
I carry that weight, inna bag and on my back
Only a matter of time before either react
This weight on my shoulders
This weight on my shoulders
It's a fact, mental can crumble it takes a moment
We gotta practice and hone it for this weight
This weight on my shoulders
This weight on my shoulders
You'll never see Will in college
But I'm still a well of knowledge
Cuz I go out and learn it on my own
I'm open and honest
About smokin' my chronic
Keeps me from taking a burner to my dome
Battled so much internally
Until one day it occurred to me
That I ain't gotta be Dr. Dre to start performing surgery
And thus began this murder spree
Decapitating beats
Dumping off the bodies where the Appalachians peak
You gotta blabble at the beep
I ain't ever there to pick up
Tossed her salad at the beach
Now I'm looking like a sick fuck
A fuck I give not, bust a nut in the public eye
Suckers lie
Sayin' they can do that double time
But they could never do it like I can
With 5 Vyvanse
In my hands
And my plan
Is spit a little bit till they all die man
A high man
Rappin' back to sobriety
If we switched shoes then you would trip
Don't even lie to me
You want my spot, start preparing
Cuz this shit here ain't all merry
You'd wish you were dead and buried
If you ever had to carry
This weight on my shoulders
This weight on my shoulders
Strength ain't all bloody knuckles
I get my ass kicked in scuffles
But I'm still that motherfucka'
Cuz my knees will never buckle
This weight on my shoulders
This weight on my shoulders
Carry the heavy, a bevy they never to see
Think ya bearin' mentality so cleverly
But eventually, ya top blows off
A build-up of pressure, like ya Yellowstone park, in a geyser
Load it up and ignite sir
It took ya time to get here, now turn a fighter
No hire like Zanza with his zanbato
Bear the past, present, and future in one motion
Letting it go, betting and no, know the flow an how it grows
Dreading unknown, feelin' a tone drone off in a distant zone
But we green park here, chill in Ohio
We fly dohh, smoke two on a high blow, don't like low
Throwing a stone, hoping ya go, prone to show Simon the points
Find on your own, light up a cone, lone island of misfit joints
We stoney blowney no need to show me homie
Slowly going Roldie, a foley thowing the weight up on me
I carry that weight, inna bag and on my back
Only a matter of time before either react
This weight on my shoulders
This weight on my shoulders
It's a fact, mental can crumble it takes a moment
We gotta practice and hone it for this weight
This weight on my shoulders
This weight on my shoulders
You'll never see Will in college
But I'm still a well of knowledge
Cuz I go out and learn it on my own
I'm open and honest
About smokin' my chronic
Keeps me from taking a burner to my dome
Battled so much internally
Until one day it occurred to me
That I ain't gotta be Dr. Dre to start performing surgery
And thus began this murder spree
Decapitating beats
Dumping off the bodies where the Appalachians peak
You gotta blabble at the beep
I ain't ever there to pick up
Tossed her salad at the beach
Now I'm looking like a sick fuck
A fuck I give not, bust a nut in the public eye
Suckers lie
Sayin' they can do that double time
But they could never do it like I can
With 5 Vyvanse
In my hands
And my plan
Is spit a little bit till they all die man
A high man
Rappin' back to sobriety
If we switched shoes then you would trip
Don't even lie to me
You want my spot, start preparing
Cuz this shit here ain't all merry
You'd wish you were dead and buried
If you ever had to carry
This weight on my shoulders
This weight on my shoulders
Strength ain't all bloody knuckles
I get my ass kicked in scuffles
But I'm still that motherfucka'
Cuz my knees will never buckle
This weight on my shoulders
This weight on my shoulders
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Writer(s): Matthew Colombini, William Cornfield
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