Fragile Lyrics

Rap is basic

Pour our hearts out then you hate it

You want fodder for your playlist

Just face it you don't like changing up

You're music's safe

You're complacent with basic flavors

Engraved in your sonic pallet

Degrading innovation of all kinds

But rap is basic you hate it

We pour our hearts out to change shit

For damned future generations

But you don't wanna meditate at all

You're safe and complacent with basic flavors

Engraved in your sonic pallet

Degrading the state of music as a whole

Bitch

A lot of things I wanna see

But you don't wanna fuck with me

Or the music I use as my therapy

Bitch

Yuh

I been through a lot of shit

So how the fuck a comment make me think

To delete my discography

Yuh

I been through a lot

'Bandoned by my mom

Beaten every night to running from the cops

What I got to flaunt

Post trauma response

Screaming match would lead to beatings where I'm from

So of course I'm nervous

When there's not a problem

But you talking like you wanna get to boxing

Overdramatic, selfish toxic

Make me think about what used to follow all that

Barking dog, what you on, barking dog

Tear me down but all you wanna do is talk

Don't respond when I retort to what you flaunted

Poppin' off, what you want, poppin' off

Barking dog, what you on, barking dog

Hate the music you're not used to hearing often

Prolly only hear the artists who are poppin'

For one song then are gone what you want

Bitch

A lot of things I wanna see

But you don't wanna fuck with me

Or the music I use as my therapy

Bitch

Yuh

I been through a lot of shit

So how the fuck a comment make me think

To delete my discography

Yuh

I been writing music through everything

Through detention through mental hospitals

Facilities with residents struggling too

I been writing through everything

Through abuse and through therapy

Medicated and yet to be

And still I'm far from my roof

Rising to my pinnacle

By channeling all of my animosity

Residual problems

Got a monopoly on trauma where I'm from

And I ought to be free from all of this

But there's still a weight on my conscious

That I'm not too worthy of a life beyond this

Poverty and dreams I can't accomplish

Watching people comment that my art is all just nonsense

Only pushes all that to my forethought

Lil bitch talking that shit

Tryna ruin my vibe 'fore it even settle in

I'm pissed, suicidal, fragile

Wanna spazz but I never wanna go back to jail

I'm glad lowkey little bitches wanna doubt me

Surround me in pages of comments to ground me

'Cause now if I make it in music

I overpowered somethin'

Knowing damn well that my head is a goner

Bitch

A lot of things I wanna see

But you don't wanna fuck with me

Or the music I use as my therapy

Bitch

Yuh

I been through a lot of shit

So how the fuck a comment make me think

To delete my discography

Yuh