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rory (rab) holmes - killshot كلمات أغنية

you sound real tough when you type in a post
in real life, you’d collapse from the weight of my ghost
got trauma so thick that it clog up my throat
but i still spit flames, turn my pain into smoke

look, you flex chains, i flex f_cked_up genes
two kids, no job, still buildin’ my dreams
you whine for a handout, cry for a screen
i lived through some sh_t that would shatter your team

your image is rented, your soul’s on a lease
i’m broke but i’m heavy, you’re light as a tweet
i’m fightin’ for breath, you just fight for a beat
i write for survival, you write for some streams

got ptsd and a limp in my stride
still circle these clowns like a shark when they dive
i’m stitched up with scars you could never survive
you pose in a mirror, i pose for my life

lost sleep, lost friends, lost most of my mind
lost blood on my hands, still holdin’ the line
you flossin’ your necklace, i’m polishin’ grime
you polish your ego, i polish a knife

said i’m lazy? b_tch, say that to my past
say that to the nights when the food never lasts
say that to the mornings i fought to get back
say that to my kids when they sit on my lap
man, i ain’t your tiktok f_ckin’ fantasy clone
i’m a blacked_out brain with a hand to the throne
i’m a f_cked_up rebel with a blade in his tone
y’all instagram kings, i’m the king of alone

got broke in my blood, got pain in my grin
got nights i ain’t eat, still refused to give in
you brag about followers, numbers you spin
i brag about battlin’ wars i ain’t win

you want likes, i want legacies carved
you want claps, i want scars to be stars
you want brands to endorse all your bars
i want peace when i’m torn all apart

you flex with your rental, your leased_out chain
i flex with a pencil, i bleed out brains
you rage in a comment, i rage through the rain
you cl!ckbait your trauma, i chain it in pain

i don’t need no pat on the back or a handout
i just need beats for the demons to branch out
i just need nights where my head ain’t a blackout
i just need truth, not a gimmick to cash out

i’m not built to impress, i’m built to outlast
you’re not built for the weight of a punch from my past
you parade for attention, i bled for this path

- rory rab holmes

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