Settle the Score
My life is just mad routine at this point, and I like it
This passed five years has been a fight against comfort
I was chillin'
What I noticed was with that feeling of comfort I'm like 'Damn'
This is the moment that a lot of your favorite rappers hit a crossroad
Where they did what the fuck they set out to do
And then the fruits of their labor started working against 'em
That same energy and that same like passion they put into the craft
Was gone and it was replaced by like comfort and luxury
Day dreaming, stay scheming, hatred turn to brave feelings
Now I'm a dog off it's leash and I ain't heeling
Hearing God when he speaks, saying stay with me
From my days when I was staring at a beige ceiling
Now I'm seeing from a bird's eye view like I'm Cordae
You hurt me, I'll torture you until the fucking floor shakes
No mercy that I'll show you, bitch you bouta feel more pain
Murder you and show up high as hell to my court date
Now I'm hearing motherfuckers telling me "it's your day"
Can I get a verse? Expecting me to be like "sure thing"
You ain't getting shit, you never helped me in the first place
Bitch I'm bouta hit, like a motherfucking earthquake
People thinking if I hit it big I'll split it four ways
Jesus bitch, you isn't getting shit, ooh, poor thing
Probably the reason that I just keep getting more hate
You ain't seeing me after I finish up this short game
Ain't nobody want me, it's something I got used to
I don't want no money, I don't wanna live like you do
I don't want no sympathy or movie scene of symphonies
A life like everybody else's really don't mean shit to me
Won't back off bitch, I can't be more mellow
Grip grain and I'm starting to feel the warm metal
Don't matter how much pain in my forehead I'll
Keep on coming back till the motherfucking score's settled
Yeah, motherfucker till you fall hard
I keep getting better, bitch I'm feeling like an allstar
Got some score's to settle bitch it's bouta be an onslaught
Show up at your casa, get ya head chopped off
Heavenly father pull me out the deep water
And I'm hoping that this music helps me see farther
My future seems dark and I don't wanna live check to check until I do something to get the Police called up
I keep moving in a fluent motion like a pendulum
I promise you'll feel the motherfucking momentum of the wave that I'm creating because Right now I don't get enough
Bitch I said it's tough, uh
Do not shoot the messenger
I'm the truest and bitch if I'm not then who is?
Said I'll fulfill the prophecy
Stick to it like a blueprint
I'm gonna be be a star, but to ya'll it isn't obvious
I'll get an audience bitch, just tell me when my que is
Ain't nobody want me, it's something I got used to
I don't want no money, I don't wanna live like you do
I don't want no sympathy or movie scene of symphonies
A life like everybody else's really don't mean shit to me
Won't back off bitch, I can't be more mellow
Grip grain and I'm starting to feel the warm metal
Don't matter how much pain in my forehead I'll
Keep on coming back till the motherfucking score's settled
Think I'm losing my motherfucking mind, I might need Thorazine
I see Judas when I shut my eyes, I might need more sleep
I'm useless so I cover in disguise, don't let whore's see
It's stupid but I don't want em in my life 'less they adore me
I don't really fucking see how that's too much to ask for
I done wasted a third my life, I coulda had more
They ask me what I rap for
I just want respect and then to give my sister, mom and my dad more
Hitting walls that I ain't know were there like a glass door
Feet up on the dashboard
Rebound off the backboard
I don't give a fuck who you are, bitch I'm down to clash horns
I keep living life in a daze like I'm stuck in fast forward
Petty motherfuckers make me wanna gag and throw up
I like how they talk shit about me till actually show up
And they gon' be the first to support if I snap and blow up
And I don't got no friends anymore, but it happens, so what
Ain't nobody want me, it's something I got used to
I don't want no money, I don't wanna live like you do
I don't want no sympathy or movie scene of symphonies
A life like everybody else's really don't mean shit to me
Won't back off bitch, I can't be more mellow
Grip grain and I'm starting to feel the warm metal
Don't matter how much pain in my forehead I'll
Keep on coming back till the motherfucking score's settled
Are you okay with getting comfortable, chillin', mailing it in, waiting around on inspiration
If this is as high as you ever got
Not career success wise, but from a skill level
Like have you wrote your best song
Did you leave no stone unturned creatively
And when I thought about that feeling I was like 'Nah I'm not cool'
This passed five years has been a fight against comfort
I was chillin'
What I noticed was with that feeling of comfort I'm like 'Damn'
This is the moment that a lot of your favorite rappers hit a crossroad
Where they did what the fuck they set out to do
And then the fruits of their labor started working against 'em
That same energy and that same like passion they put into the craft
Was gone and it was replaced by like comfort and luxury
Day dreaming, stay scheming, hatred turn to brave feelings
Now I'm a dog off it's leash and I ain't heeling
Hearing God when he speaks, saying stay with me
From my days when I was staring at a beige ceiling
Now I'm seeing from a bird's eye view like I'm Cordae
You hurt me, I'll torture you until the fucking floor shakes
No mercy that I'll show you, bitch you bouta feel more pain
Murder you and show up high as hell to my court date
Now I'm hearing motherfuckers telling me "it's your day"
Can I get a verse? Expecting me to be like "sure thing"
You ain't getting shit, you never helped me in the first place
Bitch I'm bouta hit, like a motherfucking earthquake
People thinking if I hit it big I'll split it four ways
Jesus bitch, you isn't getting shit, ooh, poor thing
Probably the reason that I just keep getting more hate
You ain't seeing me after I finish up this short game
Ain't nobody want me, it's something I got used to
I don't want no money, I don't wanna live like you do
I don't want no sympathy or movie scene of symphonies
A life like everybody else's really don't mean shit to me
Won't back off bitch, I can't be more mellow
Grip grain and I'm starting to feel the warm metal
Don't matter how much pain in my forehead I'll
Keep on coming back till the motherfucking score's settled
Yeah, motherfucker till you fall hard
I keep getting better, bitch I'm feeling like an allstar
Got some score's to settle bitch it's bouta be an onslaught
Show up at your casa, get ya head chopped off
Heavenly father pull me out the deep water
And I'm hoping that this music helps me see farther
My future seems dark and I don't wanna live check to check until I do something to get the Police called up
I keep moving in a fluent motion like a pendulum
I promise you'll feel the motherfucking momentum of the wave that I'm creating because Right now I don't get enough
Bitch I said it's tough, uh
Do not shoot the messenger
I'm the truest and bitch if I'm not then who is?
Said I'll fulfill the prophecy
Stick to it like a blueprint
I'm gonna be be a star, but to ya'll it isn't obvious
I'll get an audience bitch, just tell me when my que is
Ain't nobody want me, it's something I got used to
I don't want no money, I don't wanna live like you do
I don't want no sympathy or movie scene of symphonies
A life like everybody else's really don't mean shit to me
Won't back off bitch, I can't be more mellow
Grip grain and I'm starting to feel the warm metal
Don't matter how much pain in my forehead I'll
Keep on coming back till the motherfucking score's settled
Think I'm losing my motherfucking mind, I might need Thorazine
I see Judas when I shut my eyes, I might need more sleep
I'm useless so I cover in disguise, don't let whore's see
It's stupid but I don't want em in my life 'less they adore me
I don't really fucking see how that's too much to ask for
I done wasted a third my life, I coulda had more
They ask me what I rap for
I just want respect and then to give my sister, mom and my dad more
Hitting walls that I ain't know were there like a glass door
Feet up on the dashboard
Rebound off the backboard
I don't give a fuck who you are, bitch I'm down to clash horns
I keep living life in a daze like I'm stuck in fast forward
Petty motherfuckers make me wanna gag and throw up
I like how they talk shit about me till actually show up
And they gon' be the first to support if I snap and blow up
And I don't got no friends anymore, but it happens, so what
Ain't nobody want me, it's something I got used to
I don't want no money, I don't wanna live like you do
I don't want no sympathy or movie scene of symphonies
A life like everybody else's really don't mean shit to me
Won't back off bitch, I can't be more mellow
Grip grain and I'm starting to feel the warm metal
Don't matter how much pain in my forehead I'll
Keep on coming back till the motherfucking score's settled
Are you okay with getting comfortable, chillin', mailing it in, waiting around on inspiration
If this is as high as you ever got
Not career success wise, but from a skill level
Like have you wrote your best song
Did you leave no stone unturned creatively
And when I thought about that feeling I was like 'Nah I'm not cool'
Credits
Writer(s): Brock Simpson
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