Ningenius - Nameless

What's crazy
Is lately
I been feelin' lazy
I'm still makin' tracks y'all can bump up on the daily
Pay me
For gettin' better every time you play me
Maybe
If I was famous
Y'all would take the
Things I say to heart
Man I play the fuckin' part
Of the G.O.A.T
Everything I'm doing is art
And I'm lighting up a blunt, let my problems out in smoke form
Yeah, I lost a couple homies, take a second and I'll smoke for 'em
Crazy how things change
And it's been a fuckin' minute since the face to face
And I got some shit I'm going through, but I tend to stay
Quiet
Because, the internet ain't the place
For shit that I'm dealin' with
This is where I'm finna spit
Lettin' out my feeling's on a song, so you can really get
That what I'm doing ain't just another idiot with time on their hands
This is a prophet spitting truth to the fans
There's not much yet
Takes time
Best bet
When my time comes
You'll all know so
You shoulda paid more attention to the audio
Fuckin' bitches in a castle, made of money, Mario
20/20 vision ain't clear
I think I need to rain check a year
Spend it all alone and come back a lil' different
Reflectin' on the fact that I was made in his image
But people still get treated like a village
Raped and pillaged
When
People tryna help, they just aren't really willin'
The news is supposed to stay covering the killings
Instead the cover shit talk, paint opinions as the villain
Individuality
Is less, and less reality
But more, and more brutality
Against the people brave enough to stand up, actually
It's funny when I see it
People move the dope
Just to be "it"
In the eyes of a killer
Just to make a bill like a Miller
And think the body count can make you realer
When really it just makes you the sealer
Of a coffin
Often
Crying and coughin'
At the funeral, wonderin' why it was you who had to go
I wonder why they didn't say goodbye up on the phone
It's prolly cause they thought that you would be comin' home, shit
Well, life can be a tragedy
But sometimes it's a comedy
The life of a commodity
An oddity
With potential for profiting
Can get all the offerings
But they lose it all
I'm tryna play it smart, football
So I touched down
With some people in my hometown
And you look like a whole clown repping where you ain't from just to seem famous
When really you were born to be nameless

Written by:
Mario Gonzales

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