ATMYwitsEND ft. PM Annon Lyrics

This is just for practice

This is just for practice

Nah you right

My niggas won't even step

They took twenty three

Months into making the album

I heard Pressure leave

Got up on my own two feet

I wrote back sentences to people letting them know that we

Will have to live with it

I'm honestly just to myself

To be honest many niggas I meet need some help

Honest

Many artists at the shows really hate themselves

They hide their anger

Like c'mon and show the hate yourself

The floor is yours

I really wish my friends would just do better

Like nigga I am not the say all, be all

Look y'all see him on stages and pages and they been making a making

Making content constantly recording more each weekend

Screaming PM in backing recordings

Laughing and bragging about the life I have and say it's actually boring

Randomly scrolling through the likes to see who's actually for me

Like c'mon there's actually

Weirdos at the bar dapping me up

Talking shit and get to clapping it up

When the next performer is fin

They know my handle but didn't even follow me then

Wanna collab but OTP trash talking a friend

I hate the person who can't talk to me without a venture

They want to start a business but just need someone to pitch it

They got a plan and "all they need" is some time to get it

They got a goal and "all they need" is the stars to pivot

I'm sick of everybody

Small talks with strangers up in Walmart

To neighbors on a dog walk to messages with no talk

Just memes you sent me nonstops

These people seeking my spot

I really won't fit this song

But you just want my name on

Compare my art to yours

Because it makes you feel better about the songs that you was keeping feeling insecure

I'm tired of you all

New Years party got no acknowledgment when I told you that I made music

You shouted out your own shit

Not even tryna network

Adding strangers to the list of listeners while leading on that one day they'll get in the mix

Like, "yeah we'll make a hit"

You swear you're Midas

I just stay to myself

Fuck you niggas for life

That shit didn't even rhyme

Fuck you niggas for life

Alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Let me, let me talk my shit

New artist on the rise

Making moves, making strides

Getting paid, catching vibes

I see rappers with success but their faces hide different sides

Sending you a verse and don't deny you can't do better

I move mountains with my words and at most you only kick rocks

And yeah that got you pissed off

And honestly I'd probably be pissed too

TBH don't know what I would do

I probably wouldn't repost cause I'd be scared they thought I'm washed

Thought I lost but I'd tell you that it's hard when it dropped

And keep on grinding you'll go far

Yeah your favorite rappers hoes but pose underground heroes

I leave a track like ground zero

Dropping bombs

Verses burn flesh like it's napalm

I could scorch the earth and expose all of the permafrost

Boy my place is permanent but I think you'd be better off

Throwing in the towel, if you throw with me the bets are off

Every show is like a worship, meet me at the synagogue

Baby I'm a sinning man, who's bound to fucking sin again

See me sail my ship right through his hood and leave him Son of Sam

Sprinkle out that powder like it's cinnamon

Sniffing in products, I'll be up when y'all are sleeping in

Y'all ain't gotta say Envy, legend is my synonym

Who you think you better than?

My run is generational and you more like a minute man

Here and fucking gone like the wind

I'm a god with the pen

I'm a god amongst men

Yeah that's hard to accept

Cause I know you wanna be the best

But to the be the best you gotta beat the best

King Kong on the beat see me beat my chest

You couldn't beat me at my worst

Honestly just save your breath

That shit weak

See me picking bones out my mother fucking teeth

See me doing shows, while you struggling to eat

See me getting growth, while you struggle with the seed

See me doing me

Yall can't match shit

This ain't trap shit

This is fact shit

Hit me with a fact check

And see that I ain't cap shit

See me getting fat checks, bad bitch fucking in a back bend

How could you not tap in

To this fucking tape that would've went platinum on Datpiff

My pack radioactive

Like them dragons imagined

Bitch this a poetry reading

I'm fucking snapping and snapping

Bro all my homies are demons

Please understand

That I walk with a mind that's obsessed with my revenge

I walk with a nine that can tie any loose end

Loose lips lead to loose heads

Losing sleep smoking blunts bigger than a goose egg

Loose ties to some old friends

Scrutinize your decisions

Cause you moved shady like your name Slim

Where the fuck should I begin

Which thoughts benign

I'm crisscrossed and high

But I think I'm at my wits end