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letra de 2 am freestyle - lil rizzy

[verse]
when it comes to life, i’m tryna be a renegade
i ain’t talking charli, b-tch i’m talkin em and jay
but all this stress got me praying for some better days
my mind like a warfield how berettas spray
“doo doo doo doo doo” like griselda say
a lotta pressure man it build up and escalate
i hold it in until i just wanna detonate
and when i explode i just hope that someone can relate
even through the auto-tune, they hear i’m spitting pain
all the emotions spilling out like i hit a vain
lotta sh-t happened i had to try and assimilatе
lotta friendships that i had to evisceratе
a good friend more rare than a galaxy opal
they wanna cut me out because i’m too vocal
but i got a platform, baby i’mma use my social
i’d rather say too much than wish that i had spoke though
except i lost the girl of my dreams, it’s so misfortunate
don’t even know why i talked to her in the tone i did
i still don’t know if i have peace in my soul with it
i’m like the falcons, super bowl 51, how i was blowing it
but i had to accept it
it wasn’t meant for me and her, it wasn’t destined
we all make mistakes, it’s just how you react to stress and
that’s the type of sh-t that makes legends
and i cannot waste no time b-tch, i’m really timeless
a lotta people say “i love you” but they lyin’
and girl i shouldn’t have treated you like a side b-tch
i was so caught up in the grindin’
and slaving hours at my job it felt deadbeat
it felt like n0body even respect me
even though i was grindin’ for every penny
n0body recognized i did all the lifting heavy
small town, hardly no friends
my old ones it seemed like i’d never see again
my loneliness 11 on a scale of 1 to 10
and i didn’t have support, man i had to keep it in
covid closed everything, so it was just work
all of that stress kinda turned me to a jerk
and the past few months have been a gift and a curse
i got the album done but i felt like the worst
demons built up, i had to control ‘em
so i started putting syrup in the soda
i got to a point where i just gave no f-cks
thought about leaving my wrists both cut
and my momma can’t accept that i’m grown
i know it’s tough, i know that she don’t want me gone
but i’m not a kid, i’ve been treated like it too long
i need my own sp-ce, in the city i belong
this ain’t got no chorus, no radio sh-t
but i gotta lotta pain i need to pour it
now i feel like my snaps cause i’m so open
this that therapeutic sh-t like frank ocean
i’ve had so many doubts if i’m worth it
and i’m tryna figure life out through them burdens
but the pain never showed through the surface
i hope all this work i do is for a purpose

- lil rizzy

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