Текст песни Boy on the Ledge, Pt. 2 - DZ SVG

I was fed a lot of bullshit
Now I'm gonna regurgitate
I was rated as a degenerate renegade
So much I hate I'd generate
Just so I could narrate
Even at a tender age they told me to get my head straight
They said, Sit down, shut up
And don't ever talk back
I'm buggin', and grabbin my nuts
Screamin fuck that
At wits end with dim wits
Sick of the bitch fits
This boy on the ledge and he about to go jump, man
Space jam tunes on shrooms with all my goons
Why the fuck you care bout the things I do?
Claimin' we close but you no fam
You a snake elevatin' on the ladder with no class
Fake do what fake does
Fake friends and fake love
Y'all sheep, sleep walkin', wake up
Y'all pop V's to catch Z's as a remedy
I plugged out the system, now I'm public enemy
Yeah, Boi

It's so much shit
Why are they talkin' so much shit
It's so disrespecting
So should I, like
Should I show them my boundaries

Back at it like a bad habit
They call me toxic, obnoxious
A pest in the office
Jealous motherfuckers never stoppin' with the gossip
You ain't hot shit
I'm poppin', I pop it in when I'm in different continents
Twisting consonance
Constantly mocking me
Your girl always end up where my cock will be
She give me head
And I give her higher consciousness
Fuck her brains out
Vanish like David Copperfield
Motherfuckers don't like me
You think I give a fuck
Well surprise motherfucker I don't
Don't take the joke too hard, you might choke
Proceed to Bless the mic and spray dope
You on your feelings bitch, I stay woke
You snort that shit on the way to work
They get the punchline, some how you don't
Fame do what fame does
You're fake news and made up
That yay can change ya
So brainless, brainwashed agents change up
Fuck with me wrong
I'll leave your brain gone

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to

Lose my motherfucking bread kid
Cause I lost my patience
You'd think I'd fuck with you
If I didn't needed the pay check
If I find deduction in my payment
Someone from production
Gon' end up in concussion
Chalked up on the pavement
If we getting petty I'ma say it how it is
I can't help it if you always acting like a bitch
Saying this, saying that
Claiming you veteran
Nagging this, hating that
Why you act so bitter, kid
I know how to get mine
You envy when I get shine
Can't knock the grind
You passed prime
Talk shit like its past time
Night night
Put you out right before your bed time
You know what the truth is
You wish you was showbiz
Washed up, shoulda woulda wish you was hood rich
Never was, never made a hit, never famous
Reason why you hate this
Yeah, boi