No More

In a cage that can hold me
 So we go way back, that's the old me
 They all been talking but don't know a thing
 About my struggle in life, that's insulting
 Blood in the upholstery, gun in the safe
 I ain't never shot one inside, but it's late
 And my head won't stop talking, I tried walking
 'Round the block a few times, but still it's not stopping
 I'm losing it now, I just don't get it
 "Have you been drinking again, man? What is it?
 Don't you see all of these people who listen
 And hang on the words that you've written?" yeah, get it
 But I'm in another zone, when these mics go
 Got a fear of the light like I'm Kylo
 I might go psycho on a track like a 51-50
 I've been tryna to put it on for everybody in my city
 (Yeah, body in my city)
 Feeling the pressure, but I will not let this shit break me, I know it
 (Break me, I know it)
 Lights on the strip, with my crew in this bitch, kinda hard to stay focused
 Bustin' out the frame, everything is the same
 All of the music wack, trying to make a name
 Getting another head, I know they're waitin' for the shit to go
 I'm working atop the last shit I wrote a few minutes ago
 And trying to stick me in the dark, I'm thinking the limit
 The growth I've been on that trajectory, just wait for the missile
 To blow and bust in through the door
 I know they planning on keeping
 They're tryna tryna keep a cooler copacetic for all of us, but
 (All of us, but)
 I'm just not feeling that vibe no more
 Trapped in this room, I can't write no more
 Not enough drugs to get high again
 Everyone's trying to act like a friend
 But I'm just not feeling that vibe no more
 No more
 Rap's all over the web, no fake friends
 Got some old Eminem in the tape deck
 Skateboard shoes in the trunk, with the skate deck
 Fake heads tryna plot against me, go and place bets
 Let it ride, and every rapper talking suicide
 Mix a little promethazine with a little Sprite
 Trying to live in the moment, the music feeling like
 The only thing I got in my world that could make me feel alright
 See I found my own space now
 I'm looking at some newcomers in the bank account
 (Bank account)
 I'm not trying to brag, I'm just saying how
 You can make it happen, despite the people who hate it now
 Got 'em tripping, I feel like I'm on a mission
 To get the people to listen, they got me under suspicion
 But when I step to the mic, and let you in on the vision
 They see that some things are forever, but the real shit isn't
 Ready to pop, I'm making the grave in my backyard
 Can barely get up the hopes, in these wannabe rap stars
 And hoping for fast cars, and political campaign
 I think I've been doing just fine, in that lane but
 (Fine in that lane, but)
 I'm just not feeling that vibe no more
 Trapped in this room, I can't write no more
 Not enough drugs to get high again
 Everyone's trying to act like a friend
 But I'm just not feeling that vibe no more
 No more
 No more
 No more
 No more
 No more
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 (I'm just not feeling that vibe no more)
 (I'm just not feeling that vibe no more)