Worth lyrics

[Intro]
[KB]
Ayo
Rav out here still lookin for his snare and sh*t
[Scuare]
Hey Rav!
I think I found it!
[KB]
I think Scuare found his snare and sh*t
[Rav]
Wait for real?
[KB]
Intros are easy
[Scuare]
Oh, no no no no, it's a hi-hat...
[KB]
Wait, is it recording?
[Rav]
Yeah! (laughter)

[Verse 1: Kill Bill]
Dime ‘em up
Me and Rav on the track like making diamonds touch
He the R.K.O. I'm the diamond cut
Find your crutch or get suplexed
f*ck around, I turn ‘em into oobleck
Who next, Goldberg run it
I ain’t trynna end up in the vulture’s stomach
b*tch I feel like I'm Armor King when I’m blunted
I’m Lord Infamous, hoe I run it
Stoned like pumice
Solid as snakes
Thinkin’ I’m good, I promise I’m great
How many ways can I possibly say it?
You all in my face, you get tossed in your place
I think I’m Ma$e, I think I’m Puffy right after the case
I think I’m losing my passion to chase
I think I’m losing my mind
Right at the line and I’m tappin’ the brakes
Used to run from my problems
Now they sitting attached to my waist
They told me those years I spent rapping were nothing
But sad I imagine the actual waste
Now I’m in Texas
Now all my friends are the bestest
Now I be rapping with legends, aye
I give a f*ck what your records say
I own myself today
It’s f*ck ‘em
[Chorus: Rav]
Yo, f*ck your 60/40 split
I won’t give up important sh*t
A hunned is my portion, b*tch
I recorded this
I am more than this
So, f*ck your 60/40 split
I won’t give up important sh*t
A hunned is my portion, b*tch
I recorded this
I am more than this

[Verse 2: Scuare]
f*ck it!
My life’s a joke and I still don't know why
Hope, dope, broke, but a deal’s no lie
Now I don’t focus I fear no time
I ain’t dip right out
Disappear, grow time
I don’t f*ck with no explanations
I expect to grow patient
But don’t respect the whole pace of it
I pace a bit
I hate this sh*t
Forget a lot of things
I need a break from it
I’m still bottled up
I’m still chasin' sh*t
Why
I
Don’t
Know
Why
I don’t even know an eighth of it
Don’t reveal concern that’s some ain’t sh*t
Got a meal I earned
I guess I’m making it
Sometimes I just need a break from this
Sometimes there’s nothing I can take from this
So I’m
All in, all in
I don’t need to find my calling
I’m just biding time, I’m stalling
‘Till I’m in the light, I saw it
I just so tired these words don’t need to make sense
I don’t think things through
I don't need to play dead
I don’t see hate spread
I’m still here
Fans stay loud never will hear, yeah, yeah, yeah…
[Chorus: Rav]
Yo, f*ck your 60/40 split
I won’t give up important sh*t
A hunned is my portion, b*tch
I recorded this
I am more than this
So, f*ck your 60/40 split
I won’t give up important sh*t
A hunned is my portion, b*tch
I recorded this
I am more than this

[Verse 3: Rav]
This that big di*k flow at peak performance
f*ck an applause, I don’t seek endorsements
Rather be supportive of what I deem important
Rather be recording
Rather seek rewarding experiences
Rather be something more than I am
Where I’m not crawling on land
Put my worth in my hands to fill holes deep in the dirt from concerns
I can’t stand when I talk bout this sh*t
Been talked about it like forty times this year
Why do I walk the line all the time when there ain’t sh*t near?
I’m ‘posed to be s-tier
Close and yet still fear falling part
Crawl in the dark is all I ever do
I've grown bored of this arc
Surely I’m smart?
And maybe my brain falling short of my heart?
The shore isn’t far
Yuh
Your assessment don’t affect my value
They will let you keep your worst to pull the bestest out you
But they’re only ever pressed cause they are less without you
Let the pressure vacuum, don’t accept the shackles
No
Show em what you got now
Show em you won’t bow down
To them nor my weakest days
My frequencies go louder
Rav
[Chorus: Rav]
Yo, f*ck your 60/40 split
I won’t give up important sh*t
A hunned is my portion, b*tch
I recorded this
I am more than this
So, f*ck your 60/40 split
I won’t give up important sh*t
A hunned is my portion, b*tch
I recorded this
I am more than this

[Outro]
[Scuare]
Hey Rav
[Rav]
Whatup man?
[Scuare]
Can you get that mic outta my f*ckin face, I’m tryna eat dinner
[Rav]
It’s like across the room
[Scuare]
G-get it outta my face Rav
[Rav]
It's across the room
[Scuare]
Get it. Out
[Rav]
Okay

[Ending Sample: Digimon]
Ahahahaha
Ahahahaha
Wait a minute, what am I laughing at?
I’m supposed to be depressed!