Lyrics PARASITES - Nefew

They put some holes in my beliefs
Cause I wrote so many Elles, I should be editor in chief
In the middle of that covid I was dealing with some grief
So I hopped up on a plane for half a paycheck on a seat
And booked a sesh at Black Rock, yeah that's in Santorini, Greece
Must've blown twice a lease for some leisure in the east
But I needed some release, I'm dip and diving in the reefs
Got my sights back, ain't felt the same way since
I was in Brooklyn telling shorty all about my sins
I got too much on my plate let's not play house again
Plus that ass is way to big I'd be a lousy friend
Ok I'm just digressing, I was chasing blessings
Whilst skipping life's lessons, trying to tap into my essence
But the ghosts from adolescence came to haunt me in my present
No wonder why I'm stressing, but I'll just keep them guessing
Yuh, a couple eons in the making and my life's an odyssey
But I'm not dropping to my knees, when I die it's on my feet
That's on my label, laid it brick by brick like Legos
Even though they said I wasn't able
Yuh, the jokes on you bitch
Rumours' bubbling I don't give two shits
I've been doing better since the motherfucking crew switched
It's been hard to cope but I got nothing else to lose bitch
Every time I trust someone I end up with a new stich
My hustle's on ten and my goal is number one
Plus my energy is zen, match that shit before you come
I'm locked in like it's the pen but the bars are not a front
I've been sharpening my blade deep in the cut
So I can make a killing when the time comes, when the times, yuh

I might shake hands and kiss babies for a hundred grands and not less
But I ain't planned to get along with you fools
I've been close to my vest
I keep a scope on your wack shit and when the time comes I pull
I put some heat on the back burner but y'all been testing my cool
Man who can really hold my candle when it comes to laying shit on wax
I've been humble for a long ass minute but I ain't playing for scraps
Just because I ain't saying much it don't mean that I ain't hit back
I've been calling out my own competition
But where the fuck are they at? Yuh
They ain't really a match, I keep my foot on their necks
I got them walking on eggshells even though I still ain't hatched
I go cicada on all you haters and flood the streets with these slaps
How the fuck you're still judging music that's based solely on stats
'Cause numbers lie, men lie, women lie, I'm a drop this by wintertime
Watch my twins go full Gemini, Ima let the blast my enterprise
But y'all know I don't miss, never aimed to be on your list
I'm only here to share bliss, even though it cost me a wrist
So what's your worth without Gucci
And what's your worth without Louis
When they take away all of them whips
When they're sick and tired of your music
When the money talk don't hit, what you bringing back to the table
Is it more of the same old shit
'Cause you're damn sure ain't a staple
I'd much rather leave an impact that leads to the betterment of people
I'm trying to say something useful
But when the bass hits then it's lethal
Slowly breaking through the noise
With more mass appeal than the Beatles
Social commentary like AP but the bars burn like diesel
I'm not really impressed by anything y'all been dropping on streams
Y'all been paying some college kids to turn your shit into memes
I'd rather have my bars quoted at the UNSC
Pulling up with them black Benzes
But message stays unseen, that's culture