Pennies…Exit Stage Left!?

(альбом: I Died For This!? - 2021)

Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?

Sleep getting harder to come by
All I got is my balls, my word and a thumb drive
Long way from the block and ducking the one time
One time my brother got shot
Graze in the back of his braids luck happens sometimes
The sunrise is met with a dark cloud of suspicions
My family wasn't masons but break a brick with precision
Decisions often heightens the probability of prison
Overshadowed by the grim realities of how we living
For your entertainment pictures get painted depicting the run around
The streets that made you age you desensitize to struggle now
But fuck it, you'll come around adapt or die cause truth is
You either asking why not or asking why the grind sold separate
But that hustle come as advertised we masterminds
Got it down to a science I've mastered mines as for mines, umm
Yeah, those masters mine cause half the time
Your greatest attempts couldn't match the shit I use to pass the time

Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?

Swerve thru Pittsburghs alert of disturbances
Turning shit I heard some shit lurking
She gone call a Lyft to slurp and lick sperm
I serve the dick, pleasured the cervix then skirted
My mind moving a million miles minutely
We ain't on the same page, minimize then delete
We ain't in same place talent wise, mentally
Status wise, industry in the scene or in the streets
These niggas put they self-esteem in a selfie
These niggas think a pair of jeans gone impress me
I was sharing wings with niggas with felonies
And never was selling keys but made them niggas respect me
Super 3 shooters gone shoot a 3 shoo a flea, you'll be
Bull manure if you don't maneuver maturely
Surely, niggas like you and me shouldn't be dueling
But, due to cruelty we think it's cool to see who'll bleed

Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?

Late at night when you stare at walls
Where do thoughts tend to carry ya
Very flawed I would share it all
But I'm scarce on the wherewithal
On the verge of a mental lapse, even then perhaps
My cerebral will still run circles around niggas, mental laps
Rap like linvented raps and made plenty racks
But that was never the goal, these tracks help to better the soul
Alchemy how can he use letters to turn lead into gold
Stories that never been told from the time I was 7 years old
God sent heavenly flow, medley of melanin melodies
Metaphors manifest memories, summon soliloquy
Similes sentences spilling my sentiment over these instruments
It's intimate never intermittent or inconsistent with writtens
I'm gifted my raps should come wrapped in a ribbon
Back to the basket I'm pippen I done practiced the pivot
Mastered it spit it made the picture vivid
Grip took you back to the crib with it when other niggas didn't
(Trade pennies for pain)