JUNKYARD FREESTYLE

Lyrics

Break my heart but it's nothin' new I'm adjusted Who can I trust when jealousy got 'em lustin'? I see the hate that they gave Ken and I loved it I see the glaze that they gave niggas that suck But when I did it major, niggas change the subject Let's have some then then, fuck it fire at the function Pull up and dump shit, don't duck and your dumb Dummies get dusted Cold struck in the crowd I'm the best in the world and it's no question about it Celibate circles, no fuckin' around Bitch, if I said it first, then bro doublin' down City was down 'til I came up with the sound Slayеd the giant they wanna give praisе in private Evade the public I see who remainin' silent Grew up in Hades, blew up and made it out it By doin' the things they do in insane asylums Losin' my brain endurin' the pain of silence Who in the reigns can truly escape the climate? Who really do what I do at the pace I'm climbin'? Who really true it and who really came in timing? Who really fluent and spewing the hate? they spineless They basic, mindless, look at the grace and try to Shrink the sides they look at the cake and try to Take the slice, but they just ain't precise I improvise and came out emphasized I been decided, niggas was infant-sized I been providin' for niggas that been deprived The blick beside me, beggin' a bitch to try, hol' up [Interlude] Me, myself, like I take pride in knowing who I am and— What I'm saying is it's hard, harder for Kenny Mason to do that Because he's no attached to a superstar I need you to be doing all of this shit, but I can't do it, I— [Verse 2] Break my heart but it's nothin' new, I'm adjusted Left my side at a time, knew I was sufferin' Put my pride on the line, you went and snuffed it Broke my mind left me abusin' a substance Blew a fuse it erupted Drew a tool on me, upped it Suicidial and hidin' it to elude the discussion Toodaloo I'ma jump you Fuck it, fuck that I admit I'm mentally ruptured Start the rapture, run errands, starting the rumblin' I know they hate me I hear 'em talkin' and mumblin' I make artists uncomfortable, they don't wan' make a song again They don't give me a feature back, I don't take it as compliments See you worshippin' people and I don't take it as confidence Seen you worshippin' demons and I don't take it as dominance See you workin' to eat, that's when sympathy start to hit But when niggas don't hit me I feel targeted When niggas act friendly, it feel marketin' Mark my fuckin' word,s the martian comin' to march again With the planet in my palm as it start to spin Bring 'em to the scrapyard and I watch 'em spin Bring 'em to the scrapyard and I watch 'em [Outro] What's good, big dog, what you need? Oil change? New tires? What's up? Pull around here for me, come on