Kills Me
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Yeah OE With me, most of y'all are unfamiliar I rap like a killer, try to cut out all of the filler From my bars, but it's hard knowing how few are listening As if I'm spitting at a whisper Sometimes I feel like Wilbur And Charlotte at the same time Stringing words in a web like I do these rhymes In this song, hoping it prolongs My existence, I'm convinced if someone sees what I've written And gives it recognition, then I'll be living to the next minute Problem is, only the pig side of you gets credit Part of you becomes famous, but the other part ends up dead, it's Funny, back when I was making up stories in Storrs before I came to college, I never thought I'd feel like the sorcerer's apprentice That's word to Goethe Performing chores with resentment Bored of washing floors, wanting to do more, but when I attempt it My powers prove too tremendous, my inexperience extensive And I just make a mess of it What I meant is At assembling sentences I'm relentless But I can't be content with it if I ain't the best at it I've got a lot of fear in me, yeah, I thought I'd bested it But it's back with a vengeance And it's hard to contend with Truth is, I'm just way too perfectionist Especially given I don't know what perfection is Kendrick, Cole, K.R.I.T., JID, shit, and especially Lin Gave me a direction But the question is The f*ck I have to do to make these people feel me? I'm so hungry, got my fucking stomach screaming, "Fill me" I'm torn between Boston, Storrs, and Philly And Imma make a killing even if it kills me Kills me What will be will be People looking at me and they wondering "Will he Make it at this rap shit?" I don't know, we'll see But Imma make a killing even if it kills me, kills me Freshman year, I was recording in my dorm room closet Jotting these sonnets till 4AM, wasn't making deposits 'Cept for what I got in contests and scholarships Was positive I couldn't be a rapper, now I'm being told the opposite Now I roll though the city, real slow Coming back from the studio, it's becoming the usual Giving my time to Society, I'm in the driver's seat Speeding into this year Pumping the clutch, shifting to fifth gear Some of y'all won't get that line cos of generational difference But my mom taught me to drive a stick shift That and how to be vicious How not to take shit from people being disrespectful Big difference between being a sucker and successful And all my life I've felt this pressure to be special, it gets stressful When being second best or less is unacceptable And I guess I'm no exception, the obsession with being exceptional In my generation is what connects us all We make ourselves collectibles, sell it all for a pedestal For us to seem respected, all my rhyme schemes impeccable But that won't get them all to listen, and in seconds I'll Show you if you ain't unique, they'll treat you like a trash receptacle I was in the laundry room asking how to test my voice Listening to Kanye West while reading James Joyce I been staring down the same choice For almost three years, and now I'm finally here So what the f*ck's your aim, boy? The f*ck I have to do to make these people feel me? I'm so hungry, got my fucking stomach screaming "Fill me" I'm torn between Boston, Storrs, and Philly And Imma make a killing even if it kills me Kills me What will be will be People looking at me and they wondering, "Will he Make it at this rap shit?" I don't know, we'll see But Imma make a killing even if it kills me, kills me It kills me, it's chilly in this city, my flow is filthy I listen to the greats, and I think about history I listen to these other rappers and I think, "Really? This shit is silly" I'm the type to bump "A Milli" and Thoroughly Modern Millie In the same playlist, and y'all can't say shit Especially when you probably won't ever play this I mostly rap as if I got someone who cares enough to diss me Listening, but if I disappeared, who would really miss me? How do you get people to notice you? And when they do, how do you really know it's you They're seeing, a human being? And you know it's true With ripping this shit to bits they'd have no issue If it wasn't me, would my homies tear this shit apart The way we do with other rappers' music? It makes it hard Knowing that my first shit Is sure to be my worst shit Still I put the work in Tell myself it's worth it I keep going, rapping like I got to prove myself In this game some claim Imma lose myself If I knew myself better, maybe I could stay true to myself But f*ck it, man, Imma do it myself I keep going, rapping like I got to prove myself In this game some claim Imma lose myself If I knew myself better, maybe I could stay true to myself But f*ck it, man, Imma do it myself The f*ck I have to do to make these people feel me? I'm so hungry, got my fucking stomach screaming, "Fill me" I'm torn between Boston, Storrs, and Philly And Imma make a killing even if it kills me Kills me What will be will be People looking at me and they wondering "Will he Make it at this rap shit?" I don't know, we'll see But Imma make a killing even if it kills me, kills me Kills me Imma make a killing even if it kills me, kills me Kills me Imma make a killing even if it kills me
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