DeadAir!

It's just dead air dead air dead air Dead air

Niggas out here rappin bout Their broken hearts and bank Accounts
And wonder why their plays Amount to broken hearts and Bank accounts
I'm way too busy making sounds With stolen crowns and hand me Downs
To worry bout my stayin power I Just wanna bang it out

I'm workin with some different Motor functions bitch
I got a migraine don't make me Do nothin
Never had a headache till I heard These niggas bluffin
Every time I give a listen I'm like Damn where's all the substance

They be lackin subtext too busy Tryna sublet
Sub-bass abusers saturate the Same subjects
And now you made me make a Beat that's better than yours
You're in your feelings I make Shit they never heard of before

How many times you gonna let Her break your heart to the core
How many times you gonna tell Me that you're too fuckin poor
I'm on that energy of AMVs From 2004
I'm on that energy that make you Drive a tank to the store
I'm talking reckless but least it's Different
You make music with a check list And say you killed it
How you gonna make a living When you're not committed
How you gonna say you quit When you were never in it, quit Being ignant

Niggas out here rappin bout Their broken hearts and bank Accounts
And wonder why their plays Amount to broken hearts and Bank accounts
I'm way too busy making sounds With stolen crowns and hand me Downs
To worry bout my stayin power I Just wanna bang it out

I never should've doubted myself So quick
Didn't really even give myself a Chance to commit
To the talents I had and the skills I hid
In the back of mind for computer Shit
Now I'm hearing you spit and You sound so fake
How you don't want money and You don't want fame
Who you really think you're Foolin with that perfect face
Thinking one woke post gone Save my race

You never felt oppressed Motherfucker I know
Cuz I grew up in the same place You did hoe
We're suburban kids with Suburban gifts
But you out here sayin "I'm Different though"
You're boring, bro just fucking Face it
Know how cramped your mental Space is
Spout the same names and the Same damn places
Fans know your ex on a first-Name basis

I'm out here tryna change the Stasis
Make my luck from broken laces
Used to keeping people waitin
Now I'm feeling too impatient

Problem is you're too complacent
Anime bars won't make you Famous
Looping Zelda chimes won't save Your
Corny ass from being basic

I'm not here to pad your playlist I Don't pester people
I just wanna hone the craft until The project lethal
Tired of being nice to anyone Who don't deserve it
Pick your poison I'll make sure That we were never equals

Niggas out here rappin bout Their broken hearts and bank Accounts
And wonder why their plays Amount to broken hearts and Bank accounts
I'm way too busy making sounds With stolen crowns and hand me Downs
To worry bout my stayin power I Just wanna bang it out



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Diaz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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