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Lately I’ve been feeling like a martyr
I feel like the sacrifice, but really I’m just getting older
Spilling out my heart on beats, is what I really call my closure 
Get to writing in the studio, no bubbles in my soda
The carbonation a symbol of my own patience 
Fuck your team, I send a diss, give me all your bases
My mental Hell knows me well, first name basis
Only reason why I’m crying in my room is cause I ain’t famous 
I ain’t signed
I ain’t shitting on your Top Three
Put a fucking bullet in my brain, it wouldn’t stop me 
I’m living on 
Cause I spit the truth in every fucking song
The padded room
Couldn’t stop the beating in my chest
But I met my doom
When I put my feelings in the pen
It’s a bad move
When you kinda feel a bit regret
But like a tattoo
Every ounce of ink already set
But it’s sad, too
Only my mirror, is my real threat
Beauty and the Beast, the kiss of death is really slept on
Best believe I’m fighting till my last breath in Kevlar
Big homie showed me how to rap, wearing Phat Farm
Had to take it that far back
It’s a fact, that my time, isn’t worth, any stack
I’m a King, I’m a God, I’m a hero, but I’m gone in a Flash
Had to cover pain in my heart, cause it’s stabbed
All these rappers stay crying wolf, and it’s sad
If I wasn’t made for this shit, I would be trash
Beat that, owl in the night, only see rats
B. Fab, lookin real pretty while I beat that
Instrumental, gift wrapped 
Even with my hands on the wheel, I would still crash
I think God cursed me, but I ain’t even mad
I’ll be a man
Out on my feet, but you’ll see me stand
Chosen one, bitch I’m feeling like I’ll free the trance 
This double life that I’m living, is it even worth it?
Can I ever help a stranger, go and find his purpose?
Will I ever feel satisfied, when they close the curtains?
The ball is always in your hands, you just gotta serve it
I know that people come and go, but I don’t hope they hurting
I leveled up, I think it’s time for me to bite the Serpent
The Salvadoran Chupacabra, and I’ll kill the vermin 
Horoscope the microphone, I’m always soul searching
I think everybody phantoms on this fucking Earth
The Brown Messiah, but I’m treated like I’m fucking dirt
If you ever take offense, sorry I struck a nerve 
Every competition friendly, I’m just shooting first
Baby I’ll pull up in one call, just say the word 
One odd, one even, balanced like my date of birth 
The turn of a perfectly normal kid
Is a curve that will only hurt one from within
A real sin if I do say so myself
Fuck up out my face, ten toes my stance
Every time I spit, I can’t control myself
Fuck a Fall-Off, bitch it’s one Last Dance
It’s how you think about it 
Toast up, let’s go have a fucking drink about it
My life’s an everlasting void, and I sink around it
Puffing on some top shelf when I’m feeling cloudy
Treat my pen like my state, bitch I’m really bout it
Bitch I’m really bout it

prod. gxra

Martyr (+gxra) lyrics in desc.

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