made this 2 years ago just found it issa bop i cant lie. holdtite the strong independant women out there i see u shinin b

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LB - EXTENDO

internet (ft. SJ)

Humanity

The Zone

Yeah…
Ay Sonny…
They thought God didn’t keep receipts?
Nah… He screen-recorded everything.
Let’s get it.
⸻

They lied to the doc just to score scripts,
I bled for the pain, they faked their trips.
He in therapy just to flip a script,
Pop a pill, sell two — fraud in the crypt.

I ain’t never begged for no state meal,
I slept in my car with a dream still real.
He sip Monster with the triple six,
I sip silence — coded, rich.

She thought she slick — tried to take my crib,
I walked out while she planned her fib.
Claimed she was pregnant, said it was mine,
’Til I made her fold — truth in decline.

Tried to charge my cards, ghosted fast,
Storage lost, karma hit her ass.
Said she’s “Karma”? Nah, she the proof,
Cracked her smile when she chipped that tooth.

⸻


Fraud files, God got ‘em all saved,
You wore a mask while I dug my grave.
Fake love, fake cries, fake soul —
I still rise in designer and gold.
They think they won but they built on sin,
I lost it all just to find Him.
Tears dried, now I ghost through flames —
Immortal pain, still dodge the chains.

⸻

He gettin’ paid by the state for a lie,
Got a job on the side, still wonderin’ why.
Feelin’ high while he sinkin’ deep,
Fraud on repeat, dreams on lease.

I was down bad, repo’d whip,
No handouts — just God and grit.
She fake-choked right in front of the law,
Framed me once but I saw it all.

She actin’ like karma, but karma too quiet,
It don’t post memes or fake a riot.
You hurt yourself then blame the saint?
Whole life lookin’ like a clickbait taint.

I been broke, betrayed, ripped at the seams,
Still ain’t fold — I just flipped the scene.
Now I float like ghosts through the code,
They steal meds, I unload truth mode.

⸻


Fraud files, God got ‘em all saved,
You wore a mask while I dug my grave.
Fake love, fake cries, fake soul —
I still rise in designer and gold.
They think they won but they built on sin,
I lost it all just to find Him.
Tears dried, now I ghost through flames —
Immortal pain, still dodge the chains.

⸻

They chipped my pride… I got sharper.
They stole my peace… I got darker.
They think the devil workin’ full-time…
But God already pulled the server.
Log out.

internet (ft. SJ)

robbie easton

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