Locksmith - Olive Branch lyrics

For every label they wasn't able
To place on me for every second they second
Guessed & embraced phony
Niggas pitch to him every stitch
Is a bitch to unthread deeply woven
They chose to switch it as they stone me
The same Stoic & hopeless look
You look upon is looked
And pawned off by defeatists
Since we were Fetus'
They feed us nothing but left-overs
I stepped over with stilts
And rebottled the same Milk
You once wept over
Expect nothing & no one will work
As hard as you do
So I'm confused when these niggas
Call me & stress over
Shit they should've corrected
Before they started
They beggin' for my advice
But I'm focused on my success forward
Every mistake that I ever made
Was a growth point
I understand the bruise that you take
When fall & don't point
The finger or the blame on
Another person that's striving to
Want others to ride
But have no idea where you drivin' to
Surprised a few
But The System here is not sufficient
The candidates just can't
Negate my suspicions
Cause regardless of Race, Gender, Religion
Rapper's co-signing a Politician is
Still a Politician
And the problem isn't what most discovered
Instead of complainin' I started workin'
While most would suffer
And stopped chasin' thirsty Journalist
Who secretly wanna be
Bigger than the Artists they
Supposed to cover
Am I supposed to cover my ears?
Turn a blind eye when noone
Can find why the fine line
Has lost most it's buffer
The whole structure and
Foundation has crumbled
If you go againt the grain they
Accuse you of not being humble
Should I play it subtle? Not a chance
Pretend help from these niggas
Became a common stance
I had to look at myself distinct
Expect to sink if you ever think
They'll extend an Olive Branch

Yeah it

I got a message from this Rapper
In my Inbox it started well
I responded with gratitude & respect
When he didn't get the answer he wanted
That's when it turned stale
Then he attacking my character in his text
I know you can't expect to please, everybody
They ain't satisfied til they see
You bleed from your body
I can patronize or honestly speak about it
If I have to lie I'd rather
Leave than keep the shroud up
For 4 years I did nothing at all
Suffocated by Self-Hatred I externally thawed
Dropped some bars, disappeared
Write songs that you'd never hear
Then my girl got in her ear
Told me "Get on your job" it
My Mothers' gone
I might as well if I can write it well
I can slide the scale & tip it my way
Every night I wailed
But, I failed to commit The surface was cold
And sacrificed what we had built
For my personal goals
I tried to get back on the track I lagged on
But whether in that storm proved
To be the straw
On the Camel's back that we stacked on
Will it snap? Or am I
Strong enough to pass on
These bitches I reply through DM
& double tap on
Now tack on the fact that I'm
Tryin' to complete this album
More focused with details while they
More concerned with volume
How then do you explain
My resilience to spit?
In other words, I was built for this shit
My nigga, this is me