Pep Talk

[Verse]
Dear lord please just fix what’s broken
I don’t wanna go in
If all of my prayers are unspoken
Why you gotta work if it’s only for self-promotion
I don’t wanna know
Just do what you gotta do
I don’t wanna go
If I’m only gonna be going solo
Every time I get on F B
All I can ever see
Is you with me in a photo
With the memory
We were about to become family
Yo, what the fuck
But thankfully
I cut it off of me
Before it became any more toxicity
Aimed at my health
I got out and I kept my dignity
But the cost was living in hell
But nobody had that sympathy
Now I go and I rap over symphonies
I’m coming to you with my full abilities
And I just can’t stop thinking about all the rejections
I’m about to use my only legal right
And go and vote in the election
But the vote really don’t mean shit
In the grand scheme of it
I can spot the theme in a bit
Betting y’all still want me to quit
This ain’t subtraction, bitch, I won’t ever split
Ain’t a puzzle in this game I fit
I know I have to
People probably gonna ask what I’m tryna symbolize this tattoo
This is the result of a million and one compromises, maybe two
NøtInVain, I’m not about to be no human sacrifice so fuck you
But that’s how all y’all fantasize
Don’t got no accurate alibis
People think of the game and romanticize
But they never truly analyze
Or maybe they start and never finalize
Why they can’t be like the fucking guys that they all idolize
Anyone can make it as a rapper
Only a few can plant a seed and keep it fertilized
And once it’s born it’s circumcised
I circumnavigate the globe
And find out when I’m done
That everybody follows the same formula, one
But it ain’t a race no more
As long as you can make it to the door by four
And drop the payment off at the door
The shoutout can get you more and more
It’s no longer a war
I know you’re all prolly think I ran, you see
But we all know that it was you, you ran, like pee
All these motherfuckers prolly pissed as fuck and mad at me
Because I cut the life raft off and they got lost at sea
Got me in my feelings why the fuck they die in three’s
Rip to Juice, X, and to Lil Peep
All these rapper deaths got me talking in my sleep
They get the voice memos and they produce them for cheap
And they sell them off to the sheep
Thinking just add some reverb on the dead kid’s voice it’ll prolly sound deep
You didn’t get the job for your ideas
No, you just got cum on your Adidas
When you sucked some dude off and called him genius
I thought that retards were supposed to be closer with Jesus
Cause they can’t understand right from wrong
That ain’t a diss at the Christians, y’all are smart and I am one
But now I’m Drake like I’m on one
I could win a battle
I can spot a fake one like a b b gun
Hear you rattle like a snake
When you babble off on your smoke break
With your hand starting to shake
I’ll never shake hands
With no fake fans
I’m not just here to make bands
And y'all just talk about everything you’d take
If you had a shot
But you got caught
And they put you in the box
Before you put them in it
Now that’s them hood tactics
You talk about with your fellow addicts
The meth heads, now you’re adopting their methods
I’m only addicted to rapping
Think the rest of y’all are just hooked on capping
But not with a gun, no a or r
They see NøtInVain and know he’s the one, that’s what the fuck I call an a and r, bitch
A and r, bitch