Terrence Mack - 2 Cents

I ain't trynna hear it

Look
I suck at love, I bottle up my emotions
And let it age till it gets bitter serve it on the rocks for dinner
I get salty if I ain't the breadwinner, too much pride in the sauce
I get it
Can't win them all, So I win the most
Sugarcoat my flaws, like french toast
That's picture worth a thousand words
Possessive, in every sense of the word
Craziest thing is
I don't give it back in return
Probably the single reason
I can't keep 'em, I hate change, I hate being around too many people
Working on my patience, I swear this temper is lethal
Got a twin name jealousy and she just as peaceful
Make it all look good, for some IG likes
We holding on by the thread, ain't that character right?
I Come with more drama than a sitcom
Can't even remember the last time that I got to sit calm
Heart racing like Daytona, worried about my persona
Deep insecurities from childhood that I never got over
Loving people is a habit that I need to get over
Selfless agenda for a selfish benefit
Don't make no type of sense
But I'm only human
Call me out on my flaws, But what about yours?
Do you know them all?
Are you truly content with who the fuck you are?
(I can't hear you nigga)
Yea, that's what I thought?

You can keep your two cents
I ain't really trynna to hear it
Everybody got opinions
I ain't trynna to hear
Fuck what you say nigga
I ain't trynna hear it
Really I ain't trynna hear it

Keep your two cents nigga
I ain't really trynna to hear it
Everybody got opinions
I ain't trynna to hear
Fuck what you say nigga
I ain't trynna hear it
I ain't trynna hear it

We running in the same race and I'm starting get distant
Now you out here claiming that I'm acting different
What I'm suppose do?
Play French fry and let you catch up
Would you do the same in my position (Hell no nigga)
Alright then, we'll I'm run distance
And see you when finish
Get how you can and get it while you living
Cause in life, time is the only thing given
And shit is owed back with interest
Facts
Well imma keep grinding to the day I die
While you only grind until shit gets hard
I Can't take no advice, not from y'all
We playing different games on the same field, Like half court
Get your mind right, I'm just built different
Youngin on a mission, to be honest
This suppose to be a fair race
But I don't see any competition
Tunnel vision, check the score board
I'm still winning
The Game easy like I'm playing against children
Running up the score got em' all up in they feelings
They love the come up, But hate when you winning
Gotta play vigilante, Just to let em' serious
The best in the league couldn't block my blessings
Sticking to the script, Everyday I'm progressing
Raps prophet, Imma give you the message
The broke & beautiful life
Will the start of the revolution

You can keep your two cents
I ain't really trynna to hear it
Everybody got opinions
I ain't trynna to hear
Fuck what you say nigga
I ain't trynna hear it
Really I ain't trynna hear it

Keep your two cents nigga
I ain't really trynna to hear it
Everybody got opinions
I ain't trynna to hear
Fuck what you say nigga
I ain't trynna hear it
I ain't trynna hear it

This is exactly what the fuck I mean Tee Jay
You never pick up, it's always something

Written by:
SAKIMA YOUNG, TERRENCE WALTERS-MACK

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