Matrix

By RE3F

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[Intro]

If you've ever been on the top, doesn't it mean you've ever been on the bottom?

Haha, she gets it

That's not the top and the bottom I mean, but she gets it

Let's just talk her lingo now

She paper chaser, wets up your dreams in this matrix simulator

She gets future on your future, featuring on a six-inch vibrator

She lets you hit, we hit [censored] [music stops]

What the fuck? I can't even read my own writing, cuz

(You got it all, yeah?)

Nah, I fucked it up. I couldn't even read my own writing

(Now reset)

Woke up with a grudge and a plan to get paid

Phone buzzing with the same ones I already played

They want favours now, where was you in the shade

When I was grinding solo, sleeping on the blade

Copped the whip, no loan, every cent was mine

They confused my silence, thought I fell behind

Nah I was building quiet, moving off the grid

Now the bank account saying what my mouth never did

I don’t owe you nothing, keep the conversation

I built this whole thing off my own frustration

No receipt, no refund, no negotiation

I’m the product of my patience and my own creation

Used to count the coins, now I’m counting commas

Old connects keep calling, bringing new-found drama

Tell ‘em save it for the next one, I don’t need the karma

I learned more from enemies than I did from my mama

Every block I walked, every deal I closed

Every time they left me out, made me decompose

I rebuilt from nothing, atom by a rose

Now they reading ’bout my life in the stories I wrote

She was ghost when I was broke, now she texting “hey,”

Funny how the love come back on a payday

Shorty said she miss me, nah you miss the chain

Miss the restaurants, the flights, miss the dollar rain

I need a woman with a vision, not a wish list

One who held me down before the wrist glist

If you only love the wave, you gon’ drown when it shift

I need loyalty, not looks, that’s the real gift

Had a queen once, let her go, that’s my fault

She was solid, I was reckless, hit the vault

Now I know the difference between real and a role

She wanted my heart, rest of ’em wanted my soul