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[part i]

[intro]
i ain’t worried who i’ll be
i just know i’m finna be free

[verse 1: kid wcked]
yo, it’s wcked, in case you didn’t notice
all that you need to know is
the flow is sick and i’m willing to go the distance
ignore unimportant b_tches that try to destroy the vision
and kind of just show persistence in every moment living
this precision and perfection, tied into chords and progressions
in submission is the sentence
turning these words into a message
spirit living in these measures, singing out through the timbres
trying to keep it together, but it’s harder to handle the pressure
oh sh_t, but i got to focus
know this, moving these currencies, how my flow switches
sand dollars, seaweed, get my green from the ocean
want smoke? you’re going to need dentures, i might be token
achoo, so sick of these n_ggas biting
checking the list like, n_gga you’re not invited
then they just switch, like, kid, i thought we were tight, and bro you trifling
but i ain’t for the beefing and the fighting, so we dead that
getting defensive, soon as they said that
but you can’t unsuck my d_ck, like come get your head back
kidding, lead that’s, hitting them up with a red splat
wcked witch, and glasses like potter so can i spell_cast
it’s hard to feel sympathy for all that be dissing me
with the clips like a streamer, but those shots will be missing me
no, it sucks that most of y’all lacking in authenticity, bro
and f_ck a post about stacks, tox, they’re k!lling me, yo(tox)
[part ii]
[verse 2: dtoxify]
they k!lling me yo, got no limits
we on top, y’all getting booted, a move that we call italy
back to the roots, cause i’m the source of the imagery
y’all square, i’m the coroner, in the cut back in sicily
ask me when imma go on tour, i say “one day”
watching my favorites perform on super bowl sunday
but then i tell myself “this sh_t gon’ be me”
dt, move in silence, finish strong like a bundt cake
d_t_o_x_i_f_y
this sh_t is easy bro, best that eyes get blind
you don’t wanna see the end of this cause sh_t gets graphic
i know my worth i work for everything that i could imagine
it’s magic, cast a spell, spelt my name in advance
i love my squad but it’s up to me to put the game in my hands
i got the blueprint, how bout we take a gaze at the plans
i’m gonna make it man i know i’m gon’ be raising the stands
it’s tox

[verse 3: kid wcked]
he talk heavy, we kids but we all ready
to k!ll any instrumental, think fent, this sh_t all deadly
but it’s love
f_ck it, i’m tryna learn you a lesson
it’s took my too long to get this
i’m hoping you see the message, its…
[interlude]
fame is not my element
open your eyes to infinity
give me sp_ce to become who i’ll be tomo_mo_mo_morrow

[intro]
i’m scared, off rip, i gotta be honest
navigating a world, that i can easily get lost in
being back in the city’s kinda making me feel nauseous
i love my people but feel disconnected from my conscience
the one that let me know being a kid was ok, i was feeling
elated to live, but now i’m scared i won’t make it even to
18, i never thought i’d get this far
by now, i’d assumed i’d be gone, but so far i’m proving immortal
i’m worried about my legacy, “study” was the beginning
i tried to end it before that, i guess i f_cked up the order
i’m just worried about how long i’ll be waiting, i’m getting older
searching for abdullah al_mubarak, he’s getting farther and farther
and part of the process is accepting a problem
but sh_t what’s after that
don’t know if i’m crafting a narrative, cracking down on my character
craving collecting carats, or trying to annoy my parents
my aunts are probably going to hear this and think that i joined a gang
and my uncles don’t know me well enough to know that this is pain
but idk if i care anymore, i’m desensitized to most of it
don’t even give a f_ck about the ones that are closest, sh_t
still ain’t got sh_t figured out, but i’ve been trying my hardest
if this is it, might as well end this sh_t how i started
i’m past the point of suppressing myself, was out of fear
[outro]
it left, and it came back, and now i’m just trying to get out of here
get out of here
it left then it came back, and now i’m trying to get out to here
if you’re hearing this, i’m either dead or getting better
goodbye

- kid wcked

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