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the real samsom - cesspool كلمات الأغنية

yeah
i get in my head sometimes… wonderin’ if i’m good enough
i ain’t lookin’ for a compliment, that’s just how it is
i take a step and my foot gets stuck
it’s like everything i do is a masterpiece, i always one up myself every time i drop
so when i go to write the next one, i’m thinkin’ bout the last one and how good it was and i get writer’s block
i’m my own worst critic
no one’s worse with it
i pick apart every word, sh_t is so irkin’
it’s so frustrating, every single verse i compose is so worthless, how am i supposеd to finish it?
i could say f_ck it like a lotta these cats
and givе you quantity over quality and call it a wrap
and stand back and watch it fall down flat
cause y’all are used to me givin’ my all, not half
and if i did… i wouldn’t be this big
it’s the blood and the sweat that got me this gig
i get tons of respect but it doesn’t mean sh_t if it doesn’t connect, so i need to be sick when i’m comin
f_ck bein decent i’m different i’m someone
you don’t wanna start beef with or sh_t with or nothin’
everything is down to a science from the words that i spit to the beat that i pick to the look in
my motherf_ckin eyes you can stare into ’em
you’ll see a man who doesn’t care who views him
i don’t give a d_mn if you share my music
as long as i think it’s dope, i don’t compare it to a
‘nother rapper i’ll never beg for a bill board
i got sk!lls that these little b_st_rds’d k!ll for
but i still get stuck, sh_t starts buildin’ up
till i’m filled with doubt and i can’t seem to filter it out
i can’t figure it out…
people wonderin’ why i go ghost
right after i post somethin’ so live and so dope
like why bro? you lit a fire and let it go
coulda made it grow but instead you let that that sh_t die slow
like i don’t know? dog you’re preachin’ to the choir
all this perfectionism is eatin’ my desire
everything i do i nitpick to pieces, how the f_ck i freeze up with my feet to the fire?
and top of all that… they won’t get off my back
sometimes i wish i never did any political tracks
i meant every single word i ever spit in those raps
but now it seems like it’s all anybody wishes or asks
that ain’t the type of sh_t i did to get where i’m at
if you went through my catalog and you flipped to the back
and did the math and listened to my original act
you’ll see a cat dedicated to the pen and the craft
but on the other hand there’s a different attack
people who were there at the beginning of the path
they hate it… they say that i just did it for cash
and it was all a big grift just to get me a bag
i can’t win… i’m feel like i’m rippin’ in half
i don’t know i should get mad or forget it and laugh
yeah, i leave my cashapp in the description tab
but it’s your decision to put a tip in my hat
i never asked… i never held my hand out…
i never tried to use you to grow my wealth
so the how the h_ll you gonna tell me i did it for money dog? i don’t even promote myself
if i put out music with a message in it, then it’s genuine, it’s just the way i feel
i feel like i shouldn’t ask you to pay me for that, i’m tryna make you think… not make a sale
and the worst part… is they put me in a box…
with all these other dudes that f_ckin’ suck
and if you think i’m talkin’ bout you, then i probably am… so f_ckin’ what?
yeah sure, we share some of the same viewpoints and our core beliefs are probably similar too
but i take rap way too serious to act like i don’t cringe everytime i listen to you
everybody… say what you want about me but you know d_mn well every song i k!lled
even if you never agreed with what i said if you know rap then you know i brought the sk!ll
i was always real i wanted y’all to feel what i felt at the time when i wrote those lyrics
i try my hardest and put my heart in it and cross my fingers and just hope you hear it
everything they gave you was surface level
me? i dug up dirt with a shovel
dove in deep and we all explored
every single release was like a college course
i dissected every topic that i spoke on
did research every time that i wrote songs
i tried to be as thorough as i possibly could always double checkin’ to make sure i didn’t get any quotes wrong
and that’s why i don’t do it all the time… it comes from a true place of inspiration
i’m not gonna make sh_t up just to put sh_t out, if i don’t feel it, i’m not gonna say it
i hate this little sub_genre of rap and the cesspool that it’s grown into
i’d wrap a rope around my f_ckin neck ‘fore i let somebody rope me in with you

- the real samsom

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