Broken Pinkies

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Your just burning bridges
Like a terrible chef in the kitchen
Better watch out who your dissin
Cause eventually everyone listens
Two faced people moods be switchin
Insulting me but they be missin
Personally me I have thick skin
I'm just fucking built different

Wanna talk about me but not to my face?
Fine
But don't ask me for a fucking thing anytime
I bend my back and do shit just to make you happy
But then insult me and try to make me feel crappy
Well look
I'm not like other people you know
Just let the discouraging remarks go over my shoulder and let them go
You put a target on me
I'll put one right back
But don't expect me to carry too much weight before I snap
Talk shit about me
I'll speak my shit proudly
But talking behind my back
Would I ever do that? Doubtly
I don't know how to do basic life stuff
Awe that's so tough
But at least I don't hide secrets telling people I wanna give up
Yeah
I'll bring everyone's dirt up to the surface
Cause you talk about me, now I got a purpose
Put a beat behind my response and imma burn this
And just cause I speak my mind I'm blocked?
Ha
Yeah like I deserve this

Hush
Hush
Gotta tell you a secret
Next time broken pinkies no I won't keep it
Quiet
Quiet
No I won't hide it
Especially when you talk trash about me and think that I'm fine with it

Now everybody got a mask
I'm not afraid to attack
On every motherfucker that talks about me behind my back
Might wanna take a step back
Cause imma snap like a chiropract
Stop you in your tracks like a dj scratch saying im back
This has been my plan a
On the back burner but never plan b
Spit my thoughts to songs so eloquently like im a circle piece of candy
My name in lights is something I hope you can see
Cause if you don't believe it, imma let you go like leaves in a fall breeze
storms coming i bet you can feel it in your knees

I don't see U in my journey might as well call me Joyner
Give me a beat and a mic and I'll be a destroyer
Look is all your gonna do
Wishin you were in my shoes
You don't even have a clue
Who's this dude
Spitting so rude
Actually the truth
Especially when I say what's in my heart in the booth
When I get in this mood
I lose
Not the game or path
But my control over my own wrath
And snap when you turn up the track
And try to bring the beat back
Alright yeah let me calm down for a minute
Keep the steady 11-7 flow stay efficient
And just stare from the crowd and listen
Every word I say is hittin
Spitting so clean like skylarks teeth glisten
Shh
Listen

Hush
Hush
Gotta tell you a secret
Next time broken pinkies no I won't keep it
Quiet
Quiet
No I won't hide it
Especially when you talk trash about me and think that I'm fine with it