Buried (feat. BrickGangCeo)

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And you'll be a man for yourself, Joe
Joe, you had a dream
So I had a dream
So we can bury the dream
I'm too uncomfortable, like I keep hella rocks in my shoes
I hear it all the time, I know I'm not no regular dude
Just open your ears, the only thing I speak is the truth
I'm touchin' chicken, so I keep a real fox in my coop
These niggas goof troop, don't even try to mention a rival
Ahead of who I'm writin' scripture, put my words in a bible
They say that art is a woman, now I'm bout to revive her
She got on apple bottom jeans, I'm tryna get up in cider
I don't got time for the stupid shit, you a imbecile
I'm civil still, one medical bill could kill the real
The only way to save yourself is put your name on a deal
And even at that point in time, you trade your health for a mil
Psilocybin in my coffee today
I don't got mushroom for the hate, they mad they can't get a plate
Cus bitch, I'm eatin' real good, like I got crumbs on my face
I'm chasin' elevated sensations, can't get a break
It's easy, that's what they say, but I can't make it appear
Just give me a couple years, I'm overseas with my peers
Too many tears, it left a trail, I see it from here
I'm Mike Tyson, give me a second and lend me a ear
Aw man, I keep fuckin' up, now I lost so I am
Aw man, I can't f*ck it up, not no flash in the pan
Don't understand me, it's cool, cause you don't think that I can
Win a Grammy, take my profits, spend it all on some land
Don't run from me, I'm like the shadow at the bottom of stairs
I'm gonna get you if you look back, I'm standin' right here
I'm in the kitchen with biscuit mixers, I'm stayin' prepared
It's overwhelming in here
I had no support back then, had a nigga stressin' jail time
I was young and dumb, seen a judge for a weapon
The environment I'm livin' might cost me, I'm goin' through it
Shootouts on the block, they try to op me
Session 8, the bill's still late, nigga, this the projects
Drug houses, I slept in this bitch like we ain't on yet
First hit, I done threw like seven, had my palms sweaty, can't miss
Every song a hit, they overlooked me
Times it feel outta reach, my nigga twins, said keep pushin
Times they raid at the crib, I try to keep profit
Nigga gon' bring the whole block down, he can't keep quiet
Who I'ma vent to, now he gone now I suffer in silence
Damn, I just buried my feelings, they on the East Coast
If you find it, bring it back, I think I lost my soul
If you find it, bring it back, I think I need some help
Where they at, nowhere around, I'm thuggin' by myself

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