MAVI - Alone, Iwont/elevatorpitch lyrics

Iwont am I worth the shit that I receive
Am I playing into all
The niggas job's it was
To make a sin of my belief
All my niggas just commiserate with me
Blatant with it but I hate admitting
I just make the digit's
The decisions making me
Bathing syllable in rhythm I receive
Hating niggas need to sit up by my feet
Hating niggas need to sit im satisfied
Assisting sending them to satan obviously
Great when we was all casefile free
Maybe we was all grapevined for the hate
Cause the greats made by heat
Agitated, rhyming, baked, or I'm sleep
Yellow tape round my face
Hate-crime if state find me hey Mavi
Wait mami ur spirit cool u can hang by me
Mirror loosen my face
Real literal n frank you can thank shaheed
I b cool in the rain
Barely move except for snooping
Out the late-night creep
Already heard if you stayed down
I'm a regular in the glade aisle
If it's getting worse you can steady hurt
It's already her on the way down
To those petty nerds in my message hurting
Fix those flexing urges in my PayPal
Ima legend learn it from that steady urgent
Got my veggies burning for the sake now
And they fuckin w me off the strength ask em
(no cap) buckin 4 me off the hip try it!
I b pressed for the best but accept any less
It could get violent
A real 1 if he sit by me
Frisking bills tryna grip lighters
Want the ms but it look like they kill
Niggas spirit's when they get by em
Niggas got a million ways to say they wanna
Rip you clip it cuz they just liars
I b by the river tidings living in my pencil
I can grip a trident
I been cleansing shit the
Kindling crispy sentimental items
I been grimacing my dimples hidden
By my strength declining
End is within vision ain't no ribbon
Where my finish line is

Elevatorpitch
While I got you this my elevator pitch
I done trained my pencil better than my fists
Made a painting from a stencil
They said wouldn't fit
Never had conceptions of how
Better this shit get
I been fighting that depression shit again
I b hiding all my devils with a grin
Light the cess with the end of the cess then
It's into my chest ain't confessing my sins
Cause I know how these weapons
Get heads of they own
And they painting my chest the
Behest of the crips
Nigga ion fret ima face on my own
Conversationalist gone
Drawing blanks on the daily I'm blown
Carving out a case for me chasing the road
Palm in my face when my failure my own
Palm in my heart when I'm painting my flows
Far from a park since I came back from home
Calm in the car like where
U taking me though?
I ain't do a lot that I said that
Id do when my frame was restored'
I b doing art because I can't be alone
I b doing art because I can't be alone
I b doing art because I can't be alone
All that moving on shit made me a ghost
Dirty laundry swang on the post
I done wrote at least enough sixteens to
Relieve me of treatment
Neonatally appropriate
I'm nobody sun but god
Already know bout the fuckin odds
Also know not to fuckin stop
Trot on slow motion up the block
Eyes won't close working in garage
My folks know I'm prone off-road
They gaze save me a lot
Rest primarily come in breaks for cigars
Families strengthened breaking the law
Families get displaced by law
Imagine the rage hurricane-perfect rain-when
I learned exchange was
To blame for things that I saw
Save for tomorrow out the gains that I sow
Break in the vault when the stank running low
Strength raised up outta constraints
Faithfully bathe in my pain bc my name on it
Mostly i b doing art bc I can't b alone
I b doing art bc I can't b alone
I b doing art bc I can't b alone