Participation Trophies

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Participation trophies are just losers tissues Manufactured joy and trapped in fiscal fake issues I came to devastate and mess with fate Get it straight said I hate rappers who hesitate Imma get mine on the back nine Sisyphean way you act surprised You getting cut off the team you ain't even tryout And bet your ass I'm laughing when you cry now You can find your own way own Y'all cool with uniformity Bite until you're all just endless copies It's like a disease unoriginal zombies Don't hop on my wave I'm late to thе party Soon as that guy arrived [?] it already started I spеnt half of my advance on wads of paper to eviscerate Calculating plans to stop my haters tryna get to me Alka seltzer antacids acclimate my alkalinity so fuck your minor aches and pains I stand tall whenever I'm next to great You rappers only worried 'bout cheddar when next to grate I dance upon your grave and bleach your skeleton I'm hella pumped up on adrenaline See it from your perspiration kid you can't handle the kitchen So get your tea up out the cabinet and pack up all your bitchin I won't practice self restraint My day to day is filled with endless sittin I will travel whatever the distance Throw the flag I get called for unsportsmanlike conduct Guess I'm just a qualified bomb threat Got all this sauce I might just flavour blast your pasta This the finest type of wine distilled from my exciting rhymes Just take a sip one at a time Digest my bars and pick a line I'm still fresh but when it comes to rap knowledge I want a sweepstakes Waiting 'til the labels watching decide not to be cheapskates Simean [Chorus] Another day tryna save just to pay my rent Why this hurtin every time that I hang with friends Getting money on my mind but never in my pocket Need another dollar not another drama Another day tryna save just to pay my rent Why this hurtin every time that I hang with friends Getting money on my mind but never in my pocket Need another dollar not another drama [Verse 2] Bitch I'm broke How the fuck can I be a pain to you I get the whole crowd crazy when I say this shit I make a hit I make it hit I make my bread and then I spit Who the fuck matching my mechanics My accolades collecting fans from all the other planets Doing damage until I pass away and then some Go manic when I rap for days and master how to handle My position I'm wishing my mission maybe was conditional Or fiction 'cause living like this just makes me want to give it up I'm sick got a trick up my sleeve I'm hidden I'm quick in the knees I'll make em all fall And to everyone that doubted me A 2020 rap game phenomenon Dropping every bar so hard you'd think that I was bombing ya I just pray they start to bark and make me catch a body [?] [?] So tell me who can really rock the mic like James can Tryna get a dollar off the music like a pavement I ain't beg for anybody else tryna save me But lately I stay far far away from the [?] Simean