16raheem - Losing Pain

X-ray the music, you can see the pain
They just wanna use me, I was clueless now I see the frame
Drop another album, no, I can't be tamed
On the E-Way, losing pain
Cause I be going from lane to lane
My heart the beat, it drum until it's flat And I ain't talking wings
Woke up, I been tripping all because what I be seeing in dreams
It some shit that's way too deep for me to even sing
I put pressure on me, tightrope walking on a balance beam
Maximize the profit, ain't no other option
All they do is hate and gossip, I can't make em stop it
All my haters watchin', gave out love, they blocked it
I came out the pockets, they never gave me nothing
I can't be the option, you know I'm the socket
Hawk em Tyler lockett, I got bones up in my closet
This vision, you can't block it Came up I'm who they was mocking
Exotic strain, it's tropic I rolled too much, had to stop it
Stop explicit talking, cause I know them people watching now
I been working ever since I woke up, I ain't clocking out
I was in the kitchen, cooking up, I whipped like ten of these
She so fake, I can't believe, can't even get these bottom feeds
One of one, can't duplicate, you came back around super late
Go against me, choose your fate, CEO go sushi date
Stu that be my habitat, I get green, Applejack
Cinnamon, we pass it back, cause I got tests they have to pass
She say I be whipping fast, told her she make me want crash
If you gon' switch, then do it fast, I'm so blessed I got to last
I'm a beast, I came from Kodiak, she wanna know my Zodiac
How you trying to judge me, shawty, you don't even know me yet
And you trying to judge me when you know me, you don't know me well
All them people judge me, but it's crazy, they don't judge themselves
They was telling lies right to my face when I ain't even care
I knew I was solid when they crossed me, I wouldn't even dare
Heart too pure, go on that shit, on my own, do not have help
They never care about how I felt, till I got this title belt
I can't do no stupid deals, cut them off, I shoot to kill
My cousin down in Dallas, watching Kyrie while he shoot the pill
We make movies, play the real, can't finesse or play the real
The chosen one in crazy feel, pray this music pay the bill
Fake love came, I know the feel, I can trap, I never steal
I know that my Brodie real, cause he won't cross me for a bill

Written by:
Ibraheem Azam

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