Noise Complaints ft. Soup Beats Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah I got noise complaints

All up on my door they try to shut me up

Sick of me already, don't tell me cause I ain't had enough

So many plans but I felt like I ain't adding up

The only thing I love is the thing that make em mad at us

Ain't that ironic, hats off to you I'm that astonished

Halt my music in the infancy, okay I got it

I had to look back to my roots to see I'm that iconic

I'm my father's son, he'd want me to talk shit to the nonsense

Not since 2004 have I been so out of my place

Learned to adapt, overreact, I'm a rat in my race

It's funny now they reaching out to me I leave instead

Had to drop the beef up in the past to go and leap ahead

Uh, yeah I got noise complaints

Need that shit for me though I ain't feeble, I ain't lost my way

Can't reach a point that breaks

Didn't feel at home, I'm all alone, I dropped the stakes

I'm so flat on my back

I ain't know how to react, what's that

They think I should stay quiet when I wanna snap

I got panned to my doom, it's random and soon

And it was certain till we got a few fans in the room

I was certain I was past all the rambling and moods

Now I'm off the hook another time, I'm accountable too

Nothing profound to say, get me out of my way

Reaching conclusions of a journey I'm proud to have made

From the jump I heard the noise but I never complained

I treat the doubters like a dowry, they funding my fame

Took me a year to finish the outro

Thank God this never an album that I could outgrow

Moved out, but I didn't know that I really found home

210 for four months with two friends making a fucking crown jewel

Since the jump I was different, sampled the same but we grow to outlive it

They gon' see another ten years of this Jordan and Pippen

Silly me, I gotta quit all my riffing and get complacent with what I'm given

Came from a busy busy to summer of free time

Stress comin' for me meanwhile, feel it in my chest when I breathe out

This should take me maybe three tries, thank God for Ben it would've been years

These are my undiagnosed tics and tricks I used to run from those fears

Mind runs that quick, why I slow my pen down how I do

Like is my flow too overused

I'm falling fast on free chances, I'm worried that I blew

Cause I get left on read and all my texts go green from blue uh

I got noise complaints but we ain't pay the fines

But it turned out fine, got me thinking back I can't rewind, it's time to move along

Just as busy sitting in silence and living with solace

As when my room was studio timing

Just as nervous in my own climate

On the mic the only time I feel honest

No one really knows how my mind is

Sit in front of screens and pour my soul to people who act like they know

End of the day they all get paychecks

And I'm just left as empty, it don't matter if it's painless

Spending all my time in wait to make it off a wait list and just wait less

Survivor's guilt, we weren't that close, maybe we should've been

Life ahead of him

Like why was it me instead of him

Gave me some perspective, I'm selfish with how I use the pen

Fifteen months, was life much better then?

Probably not, I lost the plot

I get ahead of myself, my family was STEM

Picked a plan when no one questioned it

At least I'm the twenty percent they tell me I'm better than

I'm still so irrelevant

Complain when making a noise, put me on medicine

Wonder if my fam wish I was headed for med again

There's lead in my heavy pen

Taking slow steps to irredeemable with every sin

Bring back the beat again, make me feel something