(libra tendencies)

I'll surpass every limit that you set for me
Fuck a Nike, why these hypebeast niggas check for me?
You my bro, you say you hungry, here's a recipe
And somehow niggas still gonna treat me like their enemy
It's like they lied, claimed they believing in my destiny
I watch the love reveal deceit, it's really jealousy
I've barely started and you fiend to end my legacy
Aim these chops in one direction, sing a fucking melody
I been slaving towards perfection
But it never works for me
Oh, you'd ride with me to heaven?
You ain't in no hearse wit me
Fresh to death then resurrect
Like Zuko burn them third degree
Every day I pray I don't wake up
And that's a curse to me
But I'm still alive, so all you niggas up that magazine
Fast lane when I drive and bitch you still just getting gasoline
Niggas waiting until I'm up to say they want a track wit me
This mac on me sing a rhapsody, you dead, that's tragedy

Little bitch, this is how it looks to break your limits
I could turn you to a nonexistent digit or a fraction
Up it on these niggas, fuck division, it's subtraction
Oh, you on the road? Bitch you don't even get no traction

Heavy heart, heavy legs
Can't move, I'm just stuck to my bed
I been solo for so long, I don't feel nothing at all
And every goddamn time I end up with my back to the wall
I've been at this shit so long I don't feel nothing at all
And every goddamn time I end up with my back to the wall

And when it falls
I'll have my back to the wall
And I'll be back to the wall
And I'll be back to the wall
And I'll be back to the wall
No time to stop or to stall, at all

Back to the wall
That's all!