YUNG ANAKIN - failure

I can't seem to make this music shit work
Every day I'm searching, tryna find my worth
Young Bones, bitch I'm feeling like Dirt
Looking inside my mind and I find I'm the worst
Pass me the herb
Don't bang, don't slang, might have to
If I have another year like '22
Azula with the flames, bitch they burn blue
I will never ever change, bitch I promise you
Getting back into it, just making music
Smoking my dope in the fuckin Buick
Spitting raps, then they fuckin lose it
Bitch I'm dropping bombs like I'm Harry Truman
Music too polished now, nothing is raw
Tryna change that shit with every song
I smoke and I smoke until dope is exhausted
I rope up your throat, whenever I want
Yung Poltergeist always be hauntin
Number one call me young Chauncey
You finished when I drop out the coffin
Eating Hawaiian fish, sipping on water
Never hesitate, I'm always faded, got em hating
Lord Vader got the Force on lock
Put em in a cradle, like Criss Angel when I'm freaking minds
You don't wanna try me, get rocked
Okay, like the Rock just shut your mouth and know your role
Hella blunts is getting rolled, when I speak the typeface bold

Written by:
Jacob Brouwer

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