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Envyus & PM Annon

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This is just for practice
This is just for practice
Nah you right
My niggas won't even step
They took twenty three
Months into making the album
I heard Pressure leave
Got up on my own two feet
I wrote back sentences to people letting them know that we
Will have to live with it
I'm honestly just to myself
To be honest many niggas I meet need some help
Honest
Many artists at the shows really hate themselves
They hide their anger
Like c'mon and show the hate yourself
The floor is yours
I really wish my friends would just do better
Like nigga I am not the say all, be all
Look y'all see him on stages and pages and they been making a making
Making content constantly recording more each weekend
Screaming PM in backing recordings
Laughing and bragging about the life I have and say it's actually boring
Randomly scrolling through the likes to see who's actually for me
Like c'mon there's actually
Weirdos at the bar dapping me up
Talking shit and get to clapping it up
When the next performer is fin
They know my handle but didn't even follow me then
Wanna collab but OTP trash talking a friend
I hate the person who can't talk to me without a venture
They want to start a business but just need someone to pitch it
They got a plan and "all they need" is some time to get it
They got a goal and "all they need" is the stars to pivot
I'm sick of everybody
Small talks with strangers up in Walmart
To neighbors on a dog walk to messages with no talk
Just memes you sent me nonstops
These people seeking my spot
I really won't fit this song
But you just want my name on
Compare my art to yours
Because it makes you feel better about the songs that you was keeping feeling insecure
I'm tired of you all
New Years party got no acknowledgment when I told you that I made music
You shouted out your own shit
Not even tryna network
Adding strangers to the list of listeners while leading on that one day they'll get in the mix
Like, "yeah we'll make a hit"
You swear you're Midas
I just stay to myself
F*ck you niggas for life
That shit didn't even rhyme
F*ck you niggas for life
Alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Let me, let me talk my shit
New artist on the rise
Making moves, making strides
Getting paid, catching vibes
I see rappers with success but their faces hide different sides
Sending you a verse and don't deny you can't do better
I move mountains with my words and at most you only kick rocks
And yeah that got you pissed off
And honestly I'd probably be pissed too
TBH don't know what I would do
I probably wouldn't repost cause I'd be scared they thought I'm washed
Thought I lost but I'd tell you that it's hard when it dropped
And keep on grinding you'll go far
Yeah your favorite rappers hoes but pose underground heroes
I leave a track like ground zero
Dropping bombs
Verses burn flesh like it's napalm
I could scorch the earth and expose all of the permafrost
Boy my place is permanent but I think you'd be better off
Throwing in the towel, if you throw with me the bets are off
Every show is like a worship, meet me at the synagogue
Baby I'm a sinning man, who's bound to fucking sin again
See me sail my ship right through his hood and leave him Son of Sam
Sprinkle out that powder like it's cinnamon
Sniffing in products, I'll be up when y'all are sleeping in
Y'all ain't gotta say Envy, legend is my synonym
Who you think you better than?
My run is generational and you more like a minute man
Here and fucking gone like the wind
I'm a god with the pen
I'm a god amongst men
Yeah that's hard to accept
Cause I know you wanna be the best
But to the be the best you gotta beat the best
King Kong on the beat see me beat my chest
You couldn't beat me at my worst
Honestly just save your breath
That shit weak
See me picking bones out my mother fucking teeth
See me doing shows, while you struggling to eat
See me getting growth, while you struggle with the seed
See me doing me
Yall can't match shit
This ain't trap shit
This is fact shit
Hit me with a fact check
And see that I ain't cap shit
See me getting fat checks, bad bitch fucking in a back bend
How could you not tap in
To this fucking tape that would've went platinum on Datpiff
My pack radioactive
Like them dragons imagined
Bitch this a poetry reading
I'm fucking snapping and snapping
Bro all my homies are demons
Please understand
That I walk with a mind that's obsessed with my revenge
I walk with a nine that can tie any loose end
Loose lips lead to loose heads
Losing sleep smoking blunts bigger than a goose egg
Loose ties to some old friends
Scrutinize your decisions
Cause you moved shady like your name Slim
Where the f*ck should I begin
Which thoughts benign
I'm crisscrossed and high
But I think I'm at my wits end

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