Sinister

Burdens holding me down all day and night
I'm just looking for a chance to see the light

Two hundred verses written, eight for distribution
Can't call that song remixed, it's just lyrical extrusion
I tell people I make fun songs, I'm a fucking trickster
Little do they know my lines are something much more sinister

When people tell me that they don't ever see me winning
I take full responsibility to make this bird go flipping
Not only do I not give two shits what's said about my spitting
But the fact that they take pride in turning down hard work's upsetting
It's just crazy that the media tends to take it upon themselves
To put the spotlight on these dimwits who make bars like show and tell
And because they make some catchy songs which are brainless as hell
Every song that they put out at this point's always bound to sell

Two hundred verses written, eight for distribution
Can't call that song remixed, it's just lyrical extrusion
I tell people I make fun songs, I'm a fucking trickster
Little do they know my lines are something much more sinister

I make music, I get happy
They make music, they get money
I vent through rap so I'm not sappy
They just talk about guns and druggies
Not saying I won't cover those topics
In the near future, but I will drop it
And not just mock it
There's way more shit to talk about
I'll be the first one to jot it
But since rona's around
Our tracks just need to make a good sound
There's more fucked up shit happening in a month
Than there has happened all year round
But another topic you can't find
You're telling me about your hoes for the millionth time
While I'm spilling my heart out about the grind
And the single hoe that still lurks my mind

Two hundred verses written, eight for distribution
Can't call that song remixed, it's just lyrical extrusion
I tell people I make fun songs, I'm a fucking trickster
Little do they know my lines are something much more sinister



Credits
Writer(s): Cristian Bocanelli
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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