Lust With Pain lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Feel me
Uh
[?] you feel me
[Verse]
I still believe in hope
I rap like I’m rich even though I’m broke
Hit the studio twice a week
Gotta do this verse while my wife’s asleep
But the world sleeping on me
I’m one step away beneath atonement
Ask my home for a single moment of his time
To hear my rhymes though big speakers
The sh*t like a sneeze from a f*cking big creature
The beef you cook before it thaws out
I’m like a wolverine with his claws out
Slice up the pie at y’alls house
My enemies don’t believe in [?]
It’s not a rivalry if I keep beating your ass
I keep it real on my social sites
I treat my skill like its been demobilized
I’m better than rappers, better than humans
I’m better than better [?]
Where the block letter the color of slop cheddar
I get better with time
Back when I was a brainiac mother f*cker saying I couldn’t rhyme
But I ain’t give a f*ck
This rap sh*t I started to race
It could have drove me nuts until I started loving the hate
It made the artist in me go HAM
In an outrage on an outdoor stage all by myself with vitamin H
The bar play go heavier
I became less friendlier
My heart got healthier (Yummy)
I used to lend my hand out
Now I’m a selfish f*ck
I’m an old fart, you ain’t got to help me up
As my circle gets smaller I barely can even fit in it
Me and my n*ggas straight handling business
I wanna be posted on the sea like sand dollars
I wanna hang out in a community of scholars (Yeah)
Blow the lumber outside
You know what’s cold as f*ck
Seeing Stevie Wonder alive (That’s right)
Most friends is enemies in disguise
And all of that other sh*t I could describe
But I’m trying to vibe so I spit the pain out
Lyrically take the insane route
Contract with the beat now I’m looking for my farm out (I want my money)
Living the f*ck you pay me motto
SBs the same color as chaco
The mother f*cking bar’s in staccato
Been doing this sh*t since Thomas grandma won the lotto
Back in ’92 I tried to hoop and didn’t get picked
So I took corner shots until all of them swished
Both my brothers is missed
I wish I could roll one and talk sh*t with my nigs
So instead I spit the pain out
Some more
Host a meeting in a place that got Dutch doors
My life open invite I write like George [?]
Play Vic Spencer album straight though the beginning
I eat Belgian waffles and American rappers
I didn’t eat your b*tch I heard she got the clapper (Ew)
Me I got the trapper keeper of art
I wanna pass it to my kids, leave a note saying I wrote it in the dark
It’s such an incredible feeling
It’ll be right here flying absolute ceiling
[Outro]
Bars are scarred you feel me
That’s what my n*gga Free would say that it is
Bars are scarred
You feel me
Uh
Some f*cking crazy sh*t