K The Artist - Choppa

People be losing themselves
No Opera
Ration til I need a doctor
Passion could lead me to wonder
Under
Hope I ain't feeding no monsters
People be cruising to hell
No ponder
I ain't the one you can launder
Feel like my feelings be sonder
Tarnished
Think you above me
Be honest
All you can do is just fail
No genre
Brothers ain't grow w a father
Wanna jus yell like I'm Waka
Flocka
Building my name like I'm Shaka
Niggas be feeling them pills
No pharma
I ain't gone feed into karma
Tryna give back to my mama
Toppa
All of the hurt and the trauma
All of the hurt and the trauma
Packin a verse in the choppa
Niggas be perching improper
Honor
And my devices to conquer
You don't see me I'm a scholar
Gotta release cuz I'm darker
Parker
Wisdom on me
I'm an author
Yeah
My legs on go but then my heart be feeling stiff
I hear some pain up in the back
And know some niggas feeling sick
I got some BC
It ain't crack
But it's before we came amiss
To all the temper from the facts
That we ain't know
Cuz love ain't bliss
It's a note
That carries gats
Down the road
Said he won't miss
It ain't a act
Like people show
Cuz he won't bat
Another trick
I got some dharma for ya throat
And don't you cough up with you dish
There's an answer at ya core
Land adores
But locked to this

Written by:
Kendall Smith Jr

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