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lirik lagu kxllinme - not built 4 this!

verse 1

four months in, they fine — but four years, they fold
i been bleeding with the register, breathing in mold
you a rookie with a story, i’m a vet with scars
seen death at the counter, still bagging cigars

i don’t lie — cash phayde spit facts
(real sh~t!)
receipts read trauma, yours flex on an app
you use threads for attention, i use it to bleed
unhinged confessions you can’t even read

you post for b~tches, tryna look like a man
(f~ckboy!)
i seen fiends hit the floor with a lighter in hand
you chase likes, i chase breath in the dark
i survived graveyard shifts while you cappin’ with hearts

cash register twitch, cooler hum like a choir
barcode halo singin’ through fluorescent fire
every aisle a sermon, every mop stroke a hymn
this ain’t retail — it’s h~ll wearin’ ~~~~~ on the skin

chorus
you not built for this — not the aisle, not the stain
not the door chime humming my trauma in vein
(ding~ding!)

i lived years in the pit, you just play with the script
cash phayde eternal — the ghost you can’t skip

you not built for this — not the blood, not the shift
not the cameras glitchin’ while i’m baggin’ the myths
i bled decades in silence, you flex in a pic
this graveyard gospel ain’t a role you can pick

verse 2

lyin’ on your ig, cappin’ with chains
(lame!)
filters on your trauma, fake flex for fame

you f~ck then ghost, she scarred and confused
now the cycle repeats — another soul abused
(coward!)

that sh~t make me sick — whole culture pathetic
symptom of society, superficial aesthetic
(gross!)
you ain’t men, you parasites fillin’ a gap
i spit disgust in my diary, not thirst traps

i seen sh~t make you k!ll yourself twice
(dead!)
beg for a pipe just to breathe through the night

most crumble, pop pills, drown slow in their sins
i took lessons instead, turned the pain into hymns
i mop blood like communion, tile red with regret
bag trauma like groceries — ain’t no peace in this set

you flex for applause, i’m cursed by my name
this job ain’t work — it’s survival through flame

chorus

you not built for this — not the aisle, not the stain
not the door chime humming my trauma in vein
(ding~ding!)

i lived years in the pit, you just play with the script
cash phayde eternal — the ghost you can’t skip

you not built for this — not the draw, not the weight
not the fiend screamin’ prayers with a pipe for a fate
you scroll, i scar
you pose, i fight
i lived a thousand deaths under fluorescent light

verse 3

ever wake up in a foul mood, don’t wanna punch a clock
but if you don’t, you the fiend?

you wonder why my brain so crooked —
my favorite rappers’ brains split it
one scream in the mirror, one preach in a cipher
i’m somewhere between slim when he’s p~ssed
and dot when he’s righteous

ever sold plan b to the same dude nightly
swearin’ this the one, last time ain’t the right piece?

thirty~three actin’ twenty~one, loop on repeat
dude stuck in rewind, can’t delete the scene

if it was me, i’d clock out at thirty~three…
just like ~~~~~

(cash, you gonna p~ss a lot of people off)

i been stockin’ trauma, baggin’ up guilt
barcode preachin’ like a crooked priest
every beep sound cursed, cooler hum got t~~th
fiends noddin’ in line while the angels retreat
(gone!)

~~~

verse 4

hittin’ the penjamin while makin’ benjamins
you can’t f~ck with this penmanship — it’s exorcism in sentences

spit this sh~t, you’ll wanna grab a crucifix
you’ll never see the truth in this
every word i speak gon’ make you peons weak
no judas kiss

name hold weight like a vault gone tense
cash phayde — that name got bite in the text

i don’t rap — i relapse with a mic in my grip
every verse like i’m speakin’ through apocalypse spit
that’s a mind~f~ck —
this graveyard hymn don’t ever set you free

final chorus

you not built for this — not the aisle, not the stain
not the door chime humming my trauma in vein
(ding~ding!)

i lived years in the pit, you just play with the script
cash phayde eternal — the ghost you can’t skip

you not built for this — not the curse, not the hum
not the nights where the register twitch like a gun
you scroll through filters — i mop up blood
this ain’t rap — it’s survival when god won’t show up

you not built for this — not the loss, not the pain
not the cooler moanin’ names when it’s stuck in my brain
i gave my soul to the shift, and it branded my wrist
cash phayde eternal — you not built for this

- lirik lagu kxllinme

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