[Verse 1]
Year one
Came around
Now I gotta make another sound
Another hit to appease the fans
I’ve been stressed with no help
My final stand
I can’t quit and I can’t go
They wanting me to hit a stage and flow
My thoughts are trapped by the waves I’m locked in a phase but can’t hit the next level
I Got too much stress on my chest
Too much doubt in my breath
Too much pain on my left
Too much hurt that I swept
How many times have I slept
How many times have I wept
How much sadness has crept
All the people I left
All the music I kept
I guess in the end it don’t matter when I get a check
But how much cash do I gain
From the Lost @ Phase
Would it give me my space
Would I change all my ways
Or look at myself in disguise
I’m feeling alive but I’m dying inside cause the work has been getting me by
But I’d lie if I say that I’m back how I’m used to be truthfully fuck all the rapping and music I’m stuck in a bind
Tell me God why do I do this
You gave me the gift but I been feeling stupid
The truth is I doubt that the music gets traffic and views
And I’m thinking I’m losing myself in the music
But now I look down at my grave
Feeling like something inside me has changed
How can you love what you're doing and stay true to you
When some people are telling you where you should aim
Truthfully I liked lost @ 2 but I feel like that shit would hinder me
Cause all my other shit it don’t get views
Am I tripping or is this how it’s gonna be
Fuck it I’m gonna leave
Change the identity
They want the softer shit fuck that I’m tryna breathe
If they want Xenny so badly then cool you can have me I’m tired man
*beat switch*
[Verse 2]
It's been a couple months but um
I been starting to realize this probably ain't all bad but um
You know
I ain’t mean to make you wait
But the pressure keep getting heavier
I’ve been tryna weigh the stakes
But the cuts are so deep it’s deadlier
And I been tryna call out my own routes
But it’s never audible
I'm back in the pocket though
Reset the common flow
But on some real talk we gon’ walk I’m on the go yo
Do you know how it feels
To come up with no deals
Starting in 10th grade getting zero plays then having one idea
Tryna come up with a new style with a new flow
But nobody give a damn bout who you are though
All they really wanna ask is who you do know
And if you say shit
They use you to blow
But I’m
Getting sick of the shit
Even after everything I gave up for this
Even after all the talking
When I gave up balling
Now they got me right back up in the gym
But I shoot to kill
With a lyrical bullet I pull up back at the wheel
Reverse the opposition
As I construct a written
I got one last thing to say then I’ll deal
Matter fact fuck it
Let me take the time to appreciate the summit
I never thought I would get it
I came close to quitting
But I’m never pulling out of the game and fuck it ima hit it
And never quit it
Goddamnit I did it
It might be final written I’m spitting from the Lost series and I found myself and now that I finally get it
It’s all for the fans
And that’s it all it’s ever been about
Tryna get a bigger house
That’ll fit a whole crowd
Recap ghost town
Back when I first made Lost @ 2 so I run round
And I’m done now
I appreciate ya’ll
You would pick me up when I would always fall
And even if I never get the language I make the effort to call
And I love ya’ll
Big facts
Xenatics