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Acknowledgement of Self (Prod. Tobiaas)
by Skuzi Cinatas
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Steady digging knives my back
When I die who gonna pick up the slack
Everyday is a struggle
Every night is pain
All my cousins dead and gone shit ain't the same
Mental health keeps depleting
Body weight decreasing cause I stopped fuckin eating
Will this music take off or am I wasting my time
Doing features for niggas who don't fuck with me, I'm wasting my rhymes
Sick of punching clocks
Sick of bagging thots
Do you run when pressure comes and the kitchen gets hot
I don't run, I stand 10 toes and face it
I don't care about your emotions, baby I know you hate it
Contemplating suicide in my fucking dreams
But that'll just be letting down my fucking team
$uey say I'm a role model, that shit is wild
Cause who the fuck would ever think to look up to this child
Cutting off the women who ain't shit toxic serpents
Now they begging for my attention, do they deserve it
I was told to chase God when shit gets hot
Is God gonna come and help me, I believe he's not
Everyday that passes just increases my dread
So I started writing and left the gun upon my bed
Shoutout to Jay, $uey, and the ones disappoint
Everybody hates my music, nigga what's the fuckin print
That I waste my time
And I waste my rhymes
To steady leak my mind
On these paper lines
Steady digging knives my back
When I die who gonna pick up the slack
Everyday is a struggle
Every night is pain
All my cousins dead and gone shit ain't the same
Mental health keeps depleting
Body weight decreasing cause I stopped fuckin eating
Will this music take off or am I wasting my time
Doing features for niggas who don't fuck with me, I'm wasting my rhymes
Sick of punching clocks
Sick of bagging thots
Do you run when pressure comes and the kitchen gets hot
I don't run, I stand 10 toes and face it
I don't care about your emotions, baby I know you hate it
Contemplating suicide in my fucking dreams
But that'll just be letting down my fucking team
$uey say I'm a role model, that shit is wild
Cause who the fuck would ever think to look up to this child
Cutting off the women who ain't shit toxic serpents
Now they begging for my attention, do they deserve it
I was told to chase God when shit gets hot
Is God gonna come and help me, I believe he's not
Everyday that passes just increases my dread
So I started writing and left the gun upon my bed
Shoutout to Jay, $uey, and the ones disappoint
Everybody hates my music, nigga what's the fuckin print
That I waste my time
And I waste my rhymes
To steady leak my mind
On these paper lines
