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Weak-Boned (Feat. Ash Johanson)

STUDIO

Ayo, I keep findin' our names in the mouths of the nameless Like they know us, like we're homies, like the sound of our shit's somehow sacred Every mention is a pension for a guy who's so adjacent to the action he could taste it But you can't get paid in levitation off my letters, motherfucker, face it You speak on my life like we split the same table Spittin' fables, wishin' our name on your bullshit label Like a patch on a jacket you attached And the catch, what's the plan To say it loud, drop it proud, let a mention do the work, man Anything to fill the fuckin' hole where a you should be checkin' in And you shout our names just to gather you an audience With every mention you're climbin' up the obvious And I oughta be mad, but it's hilarious how you try to shine You been steppin' on my back so long You almost grew yourself a spine There's just one problem man Keep my name Out your mouth Not a ladder For some clout Suck it up Stand alone But yer thin-skinned Weak boned Let's step back for a minute and look at your life and sadness that's innit I guess I can see through ya lens why you're starving for wins Why you wear someone's skin just to cover your sins And I get it, man Shit can be rough One look in your mirror and it's never enough With no inspiration, no talent, just nothin' But some desperate bravado and a tiny bit bluffin' Aight let me tryin to pause Maybe soften the blow I figure you're hurting, with nowhere to go I should show you some grace, give a hand to the weak Maybe pull up a chair and hear how you speak Try to understand the pain of a dude who's misled And forgive all the ignorant shit you've said Wait Nonono What the fuck am I saying Am I dumb to be prayin' for a leech that is preyin' Fuck that, and fuck you, and the horse that you rode on Are you even the rider or just the pile of shit it just stepped on Let me measure up the magnitude, of your fuckin' audacity Actin' like you even got a fraction of our capacity Do you know about the catalog we been sittin' on There're hundred pages in the vault we've been spittin' on You ain't never met talent, skill, taste or the grind You get shat on by G-P-T chats online So keep r names off your teeth, out your throat, off your tongue go choke On that dick that made it down to your lung You're a parasite, bitin' off the might of those you tryn to measure up with Like this bad ass bitch And a real jerk of a wordsmith Go fuck yourself and Keep my name Out your mouth Not a ladder For some clout Suck it up Stand alone But yer thin-skinned Weak boned Keep my name Out your mouth Not a ladder For some clout Suck it up Stand alone But yer thin-skinned And weak boned