Sauce Is Matisse - Can't Pipe Down Lyrics

This song is for anyone who's dying to speak
Or for anyone who's in their head and trying to leave
I've settled my regrets and I'm inspired to lead
So if you need it, keep your eyes on me

I'm bout to be the muthaf*cka
Curb-stomped, turned off
Bullied by the beef and ballers stern talk
Stern talk? nerds gone
I'm hurting when I heard them but my first, thought's
Eat, tell the muf*ckas I eat
I'm a glutton and I hunger, stay in the dirt behind me
Can't nobody sell 'em but I'm bumpin my beats
Come on turn em up and get to jumping like me
Chuh...I got it muf*cka I'ma go for it
Over 10 years but got nothing to show for it
"Nope" I aint in it for the business but I'm dope boiii
I been the most inventive since the minute that I wrote
What I spoke, good lawwd, lemme testify
Embellished televangelists left to die
They selling hella stanzas, left and right
But I'd rather be a fan than regret my life

I'm underestimated, overeducated
And I can't relate to anybody in the game right now
I'm mainly underrated, I aint faking like I made it
But I came to make a statement and I can't pipe down
And I can't pipe down
I came to make a statement and I can't pipe down
Nah I can't pipe down
And ! reckon I'ma rip it right now

I wanna be the one to spit the
First, verse, with a sure smirk
Like a sermon but you're worried bout the curse words
Curse words? bitch I heard, worse
I learned that a wordsmith works in a hearse
I'm dead, dammit muf*cka I'm dead
Scrambling for funding, got a bullet in the breast
I'm bleeding on the beat, but believe in my breath
Bet I'm breathing my release, every reason I am
My music, come on muf*cka, I'ma use it
Early pushing 30, but I'm sure that I'm a youth, kid
Some say that it's stupid to pursue this
And loose lips lose, listen, lucrative? Screw this
Awww...let the stress subside
If real recognize real, then forget your lies
I'm better off free, never petrified
So I'ma rock 'n' roll, reach, and caress the sky

I've been trying all my life to write a
Hype song, lights off
Im blinded by the sight but I'ma right wrongs
Right wrongs? Nice yall
Enlightenment is heightened by the pipe? Naw but its
Hot, I get it muf*cka I'm not
I never been a bit of that, I'm bitter, I rot
The sentiments of sinners sever sediment, I rock
But I'm locked in a box, be it coffin or thought
Whoa...I'll show you muf*ckas I know
How to roll with the beat, every punch in the flow
One or two quotes I roughed up as I wrote
Become a rumble off my tongue from my muf*ckin throat
Yo...but yall molest the rhyme
You're showing no respect for the mesmerized
Am I set to thrive or am I pesticide?
I'll never be a veteran but let's decide