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Fentanyl

Fentanyl

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Conscious rap was vibin', but they said it wasn't sellin'

So instead of Tribe, the quest, it was for highs, i guess i get it

But we sold our De La Soul's and reassigned the proper metrics

Violent raps survived, and Darwinized the profit zealots

Survival of the fittest

Trade bars for gems and you'll be shinin' that's the realest

In this climate of addiction stock, Big Pharma is the realest

Now as long as pills are fillin'

You ain't really gotta feel the sound

The world is full of juice, and while you're floating

You been fin' to drown

How many rappers out here are missin' now?

But they sold you with this vision, and this fear of missin' out

(Yeah)

The industry will fuck us (True), so we follow what is trendin'

Brag about these hollow tips, but it's hollow, tip the pen in

I lace my verse with Fentol, and lean into attention

Toe tags for the mentions, body bags for what they spendin'

While they braggin' we descend

From the ground we're all descendants now

Sinners don't sleep in this broken town

Tradin' their souls for some golden brown

Feel the release, come back down

But when I'm comin' up

Killers on the city streets, buyin' it up

Crooks and addicts, weirds habits get rushed

We livin' in vain just to end it all

And I spent it all on fentanyl

My cousin was a pitcher, on that curve, he got that scolarship

On campus, he's the man, trowin' heaters, he was hot as shit

But then he hurts his arm, senior year, is time to prove it

Started takin' painkillers, so he could play and keep it movin'

Scouts watchin', couldn't lose 'em

So he took more and kept usin', 'fore he knew it, he's abusin'

Fastballs and two seams, too clean but now he's losin' weight

Drug test he failed, so they kicked him off the team

And tried to kick the habit, but he's mad that he had lost his dreams

And sad, but he got off the lean, but all it takes is one reminder

In his mind, he couldn't help it, he was tryna finally settle

Midnight he went outside, he was fightin' with his devils

One hit, he told himself, it'll help me trough this hell

I know I'm sick, and I need help, but one hit, man, what a hell

So he lit it, then he took it to the face (Yeah)

But as the story goes, you know that fentanyl always lace

Sinners don't sleep in this broken town

Tradin' their souls for some golden brown

Feel the release, come back down

But when I'm comin' up

Killers on the city streets, buyin' it up

Crooks and addicts, weirds habits get rushed

We livin' in vain just to end it all

And I spent it all on fentanyl

You took my heart, you took my fuckin' life

You took my pride, you took my mind

You took who I am, and turned to vice

Took my fam, I burn the price and now i stand on murdered time

And all my plans have turned to ice

I'm burnin' fire, build this pyre higher

I'm wired in this dopamine, get higher, still a broken fiend

Supplier of the hopeless dream

When it's all smoke, the only ropes are the one that chokes

Will they remember me?

Take all my memories and light them on this fire

Fire for the crooked dealer, he who packaged hate

Fire for that greedy villain, he who had it laced

Fire for my future, that looks on my father's face

My mother still in tears, my cousin, he's too far away

When they told me to get help, and yes, i tried, i tried again

But in the end, we're all just vains, and in the end he came to vains

And in the end I died in vain, and in the end I tried to- Fuck it

*Crying*

Oh, God

Bron: LRCLIB

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