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Correct 10K Problems Lyrics
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Vic Mensa
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Correct 10K Problems
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[Intro] Yuh [Verse] Niggas asking where I been at, I gotta recap it Relapsing D.R.U.G. habits Tryna move forward, depression been holding me backwards Recovery ain't a straight line What's going on like Marvin is I heard through the grapevine that I'm falling off I been on another planet, over they head with the last album still they didn't understand it Now I'm in a panic, scrambling for relevance from a bunch of people that I consider irrelevant The elephant in the room, is the music coming soon? If it gets you on will you jive, will you coon? Now I'm on 10 in this 4 corner room, dead inside like a baby that's aborted in the womb Overpressured and undervalued, I'm never enough I got a complex in believing I'm a fuck up Then I got Complex feeding my demons and they read it and validate the reasons that I don't love us I left my woman cause I couldn't keep this shit at home You can't be good with someone else if you ain't good alone See every girl that try to do me right, I did them wrong But even dogs get tired of chasing a bone I lash with violence and deal with the karma I broke a bottle on a nigga head out in Toronto then got extorted for $10,000 Honestly that was the least of my 10,000 problems My pops had a surgery on his neck and was paralyzed, It's a painful process watching your parents die And niggas look at my life and think I'm in paradise, don't know the blood I spilled over these parasites Shit is deeper than rap nigga, my right hand scammed me then framed the homie like a class picture So I went and thrashed niggas then that nigga twin brother called his brothers tryna come and clap niggas So I'm ridin' round with the strap nigga Beverley Hills police pulling up on me cause I'm a black nigga Now I got this gun case, facing 1-5, a lawyer's fees can't pay my mama not to cry Surrounded by homicide, I got survivor's guilt Wishing maybe I'd be better off if I got killed, wishing planes that I'm on would crash First class flight to an early grave, I'll be home at last I'd just look at the microphone and laugh, would I have ever picked you up if I knew what I know in the past Summer skies all overcast, if I don't make it to tomorrow then play this verse on my behalf I told my whole heart
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