Crypt's Carol - Crypt

Without droppin' that new hit, who’s this?

I’m startin' to panic

I don’t know what everyone is demandin'

Every single time I drop what I think they want

It falls flat and crash-lands

Sad I forgot why I do this

Why on Earth did I start makin' music?

It used to come so naturally and its sad to see

But rap just seems like a test that I don’t wanna do

Quick, help me, please

While my love for the rap game leaves

All the passion I had when I packed this bag

Never lack everything I need (Need, need)

To see success, I can’t fall off again, I just need a sec

I fuckin' hate rappin', but here I am, still pleading breaths

See me, a mess, maybe I should reassess

Maybe then people will come back and

I won’t feel like I’m fuckin' up again

That’s the issue

You forgot the main reason you started spittin'

Nowadays, you just lay and look at comments that are written

What about the days before the fame, before they changed your vision

I’ma take you back to a part of your brain that you hardly ever even visit

Back in the 'Bad Habit' days, there was not one track that you didn’t slay

You had one goal in mind: stay in line, then create your own lane

Make sure that anyone that ever heard you spit would not forget your name

Stay true to yourself and don’t ever sell, then you’ll pile up a bank

But what happened?

Scru turned his back, check your thoughts, man

Both of you went separate ways, that’s what happens

That’s part of life, but you lost your drive and you’ve fallen off the wagon,

it’s sad, man

Now remember, back in the day, you’d rap any change you’d got

And now it’s all about how many views you get and stackin' up the guap

Back at the cemetery, at your grandma’s grave

Pourin' out your heart with all of your pain

Music as an outlet for you to put out that hurt and venom inside of your brain

Time to rekindle that flame, time to remember your pain

Time to regenerate all of that venom and penetrate the wall inside of your brain

Time to remember your name

I don’t know, times are different, things aren’t like they used to be

A couple knives inside of my back turned me to a different human being

As cruel it seems, how pure and joyful makin' this music used to be

But now it’s like a trip to a dentist, 'cause they’re out here pullin' teeth

Besides, have you seen all the comments I get?

Constantly being belittled and shit

Constantly being reminded of all the times that I stumbled and tripped

Don’t wonder why I lost what I love

Nobody knew what my music meant

Every time they shit on Crypt, they shit on Cord, 'cause Crypt don’t even exist

That’s just some made-up shit to hide my name from people that wanna know me

But I can’t let no one get close 'cause that last one to stab me was my homie

Bro, please, you don’t know what’s it’s like to get on the mic and rap about

your life to thousands

Just for someone to reply that they hope you die and your music should never be

allowed in

This shit is my diary

And I put it out there for all eyes to see

But I get nothin' back but, «This song is trash

You should do this, you should do that

You shouldn’t make music, you shouldn’t rap»

Please tell me what I do that is so bad

Aw, fuck rap, you can have it back

Someone take my pen and pad

'Cause I don’t love this no mo', I don’t wanna do this

I can’t put myself back through another year of this shit

So I’ll go ghost, adios

People finally got their wish

Y’all no longer have to deal with me

Peace and love, it’s Crypt

You’re proving my point, dog

When the fuck did you get so soft?

Why do you seek the approval from people when speakin' your own thoughts, huh?

You said it yourself, this is you, not nobody else

If you’re rappin' to prove a point, then prove it to yourself

You got some issues, Cord

And now it’s the time to figure it out

You got some clout, that’s cool and all, but you’re headed for a drought

You got success and switched to autopilot, smoothly cruisin' by

But by the time you look up to see where ya at, you’re in the dive

And now you’re panicked, lashin' out at anyone you can

'Stead of pullin' on the to try to stop from crash-landin'

You got so many fans, but you been focused on those that are not

You turned your back on those that invested in you as a lower stock

So they dropped you

The Crypt they fell in love with long ago, that dude is not you

Take a look around, you’re by yourself and that is on you

No one else to blame and now it’s time you realized that before you’re lyin' in

the grave

You’re right, I’ve been makin' music for people that do not like me

I see how the treat all these other rappers and honestly, it’s been blinding

I want the success they have, I want the respect they embrace

But this whole time, I’ve had that from my own damn fanbase

That I used to host those cypher and I always had a blast, too

But I stopped 'em for a reason I honestly overreacted to

And the Cookout, I did the same shit, I was stuck and I couldn’t escape it

So I placed the blame in a fucked-up place that it never shouldn’t even been

I even forgot about Matthew, Highlights and Walker

Fans of mine that all lost their lives

Rap shit is bigger than me and I cannot believe I forgot those guys

And all of the DMs that I ever got from a fan tellin' me that my music is what

stopped them

They probably wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me

And all of the therapy in my music that I dropped

I was selfish

No matter what I do in life, there’s always gonna be those that hate

I could turn out to be Jesus Christ, but still their minds won’t ever change

So I’ll let them hate and I’ll change my ways

And I’ll look my fans right straight in the face

And apologize for all the lies I made them buy and promise not to play those

games

I’ll rap, I love rap

I won’t ever get this shit twisted again

Music saved my life more times than I can count

It saved me from my descent

So as long as there’s one person that can still connect to me

I won’t stop makin' music 'til I’m restin' in peace