704 Prod - Pseudo Lyrics

I see the fear in your heart
I hear the shake in your voice
You think you're alone in it all
You're afraid of making a choice
The way you're feeling, holding it all in
Tryna please for favor and points
You've got one life, live it
Tryna live in silence only takes your voice
Another decade of twins who lacking congruency
The shit I learned in school I'm still going through, it's not new to me
Niggas who see me at waist level are threatening to neuter me
Where are your accolades? Don't slap the face of an ace in your industry
Skipping lessons, these students committing truancy
So rude how you're so damn confident when you'd lose to me badly
Try to ban me, I'll gladly stray from this alley
I've paved a path with my family, I'll always be fine and dandy
Fam'll see how I never bled when they stabbed at me
Never swelled when they jabbed at me, but my face growing still gradually
They stuck on numbers and not the place where the data be
Why you mad at me? I simply just changed the channeling
Foolery what I see when these fake niggas call for unity
Playing both sides in tandem, they view you as opportunity
Dap you up in the club and you follow each other mutually
But privately they remove you in talks about how the crew can eat
Screw it
I see the fear in your heart
I hear the shake in your voice
You think you're alone in it all
You're afraid of making a choice
The way you're feeling, holding it all in
Tryna please for favor and points
You've got one life, live it
Tryna live in silence only takes your voice
They starve to be viewed as crucial
It's coonery, damn buffoonery
They'd give a table to Nazis for viewers, it's giving Jubilee
Damn it, like am I looney or tired of all this coonery?
Am I making it all up or do y'all see what these groups are pushing out
Is it context that I'm missing or nonsense that I witness?
Treating progress as a hindrance
Dead when drama is finished
Met with constant belligerent ignorance
Meant to make you think you're a simpleton
If you dare to diminish it
Liars at every corner, my borderline's got me scanning the rooms I enter
For tension and slight disorder when visiting
Telling me that they love what I'm putting out, but it's just business
Finding out from our mutual acquaintance, they hate my linen
My fashion taste trumps the music, and ain't no leaching my Instagram
Loss in translations possible, clothes outvalue my penmanship?
F*ck it bro that's my homie, I think he is, but I ask him to pull up to my performance
He advertises a different man
You jealous bro? Kinda wack, dawg
He don't owe you his backwash
Now you dissing the man like he owed you back for your back-watch
I swallow pride, f*ck a diss, this is fact talk
When I diss, I do smack talk
I performed my shit anyways, my day ones saw me snap off
Women throwing they hands up, niggas taking they caps off
DariDara's the only one who pulled up for me at all
Out my group, I commend it
If he cuts me off, deads it, I'll never have a bad word to say about him, I get it
Niggas hope to f*ck the game up, I've been giving it backshots
Niggas claiming wins anyways after losing a rap off
My shorty snapping me out of it, yelling at me Patois
DJs gotta keep a fire extinguisher next to their laptops
When they play me in stadiums, manners vanish
It's fake as hell like McKamey. I'm not jaded, I'm waiting
Clouts a drug you can't crossfade and remain safely in
I won't out no one came to me, but know others share the same feelings
I see the fear in your heart
I hear the shake in your voice
You think you're alone in it all
You're afraid of making a choice
The way you're feeling, holding it all in
Tryna please for favor and points
You've got one life, live it
Tryna live in silence only takes your voice