Postcard - Anbu feat. Postcard

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Spunky my dogs are like rocko
They ask me to rap about some random shit and demand that I should get it done
by tomorrow
(How many times do I have to…)
Don’t care for your birthday
That don’t mean shit in the first place
They drop their bits and they all insist
That I pull more shifts and I work late
They want raps express
At my best
Days on end 'til the captains dead
I’d lose my head like I’m antionnte
Cus I’ve seen more dicks than on chatroulette
Root of the problem I’m looking like danzo
Anbu I do so much from the shadows
Lines on my head like I’m hit with the barcode
Harsh truths they don’t know shit like a tarot
I do not know you
You don’t not own me
I will not rap on command, karaoke
I be so sick of the people that think this is easy
Bitch why don’t you shut up and show me
I got to do a lot, I know
But who are you to stop my glow
When the music stops, I’m low
I got to prove a lot, so let’s go
In my eyes I feel the shadows I’ve been laid down in some weeks
Yeah my mind is in the gallows and I’m trying not to speak
No that vision isn’t something you can see behind the scenes
I’m just hoping that your life are long enough to live the dream
People act like music is done in a couple minutes
They don’t know what’s in it, think I just rap a bit then it’s finished
Drives me fucking livid
I’m putting work in I’m at my limit
They think they can mimic
But they don’t do it the way I did it
Ain’t so simple is it?
Too easy
Red off the top when I dunk, hanamichi
They on my drops every week so they see me
Retweet, like and subscribe on a repeat
Read these stupid replies acting needy
Breathe deep they wonder why I be sleepy
Greedy, acting online like I’m lying
When it’s time after time after time saying please me
I will not look at your lyrics
I will not act like your personal critic
I will not be in your rap
When you’ve only uploaded one song and that shit isn’t finished
My time is short bitch I don’t want to give it
I do not care bout the life that you’re living
Call me a dick I don’t care bout my image
So stop asking me that ain’t none of my business
I got to do a lot, I know
But who are you to stop my glow
When the music stops, I’m low
I got to prove a lot, so let’s go
In my eyes I feel the shadows I’ve been laid down in some weeks
Yeah my mind is in the gallows and I’m trying not to speak
No that vision isn’t something you can see behind the scenes
I’m just hoping that your life are long enough to live the dream
In my eyes I feel the shadows I’ve been laid down in some weeks
Yeah my mind is in the gallows and I’m trying not to speak
No that vision isn’t something you can see behind the scenes
I’m just hoping that your life are long enough to live the dream