Finesse. - Storytelling (feat. Trxgedy)

What goes around it comes around
Right back in rotation
Ain't no way to say it
Take it back to the basics
Definitely what I'm on
I got to embrace it
First I got to make sure
That it will make sense
Like a bass line
Breaking records in basements
Otherwise that is every other occasion
In the same spot
Just a different location
Secrets through society
Can't see what is sacred
Break it down, bring it apart
And put it together
Yeah that's for whatever
I said it there's nothing better
I never been under pressure
Instead of I got to get it
Anything is possible
Build up off the benefits
Every single day they wanna know
Just what I'm dealing with
So I got to go back to the studio to finish it
What I seemed to thought
Never really been significant
Smoke another cigarette
Offended cause I'm ignorant

They say Tragedy killing the game
Collecting the motive
The murder syrup sipping bitches
Cracking craniums open
The fucking menace to the rest of them
Kicking it with the best of them
Fake emcee's get deceased
I'll make a mess of them
Mic smashing molesting them
Always the aggressive one
Come step get wrecked
So check the fucking record son
Talking shit you think I won't come back
I'll stretch your motherfucking head
Like a flex fit hat so
Let me keep it simplistic
I'm savage sadistic
My twisted linguistics
Are normal characteristics
I'm young and gifted what is it
It's a bird it's a plane
No it's Jakey I'm back bitch
Spitting napalm rain
Meth laced with cocaine
My brain it hurts from deranged
I was born infected
But momma told me i was the same
Others thought it was strange
I put this knife to my veins
I cut it vertical
And even I still feel no pain
Everyday is the same
Another link in the chain
I could make a couple bucks
But I ain't trying to change
I can't change the thoughts inside of me
This ain't nothing but rivalry
Talk the shit and split
You can run but you can't hide from me
Now walk with me
Through the valley of death
See I've been running from the devil
Now I'm all out of breath
And now I got nothing left
And not a single regret
Pass me the mic I'm Donald Trump
Call me a national threat

Written by:
Jake Cook, Lakota Lane

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