Population: 1 Lyrics
[Verse]
I kinda figured it wasn’t as hard as everybody made it out
While still far from able to look and say I made it out
But made note of the flows that y’all would share on your singles
Y’all must’ve forgot
The hands craft, channeling spirits, something to watch
A lot of y’all were high off of the lies, great
My position in your debate, never heard it over the ambience
Ever since I was able to get it down on my first take
I guess it showed ‘em who was really fucking champion
From the lows, a soldier was bread to grow
Through the sword in the rock, he popped
You search in cement for a rose
There wasn’t ever room for another, heard undercover
They go from below the waist on their knees to sucking your soul
Where the fuck am I supposed to go?
Trying to bridge the gap, never thought it would take its toll
Carry it on your back to get back on the map
I swear all I’m seeing is palms itching to get a part
Like these niggas were really here from the fucking start
Feeling like ain’t no one else to make up the population
It’s why there ain’t no one else when I be looking adjacent
They’ll run a mile off the inch that you gave for patience
But all I’m hearing is feelings like niggas hit ovulation
What’s silence to your ovation
All I spit in this pitcher
Pitching out what’ll work for the bigger picture
I picture your casket wit’cha
When I off every facet, you couldn’t mask it nigga
Them rappers playing with fire, them consequences dire
Over the head sit back in your seats to let it dye ya
I never asked for acceptance, I was cool with pariah
These kids’ll pick up a mic and forget the curve
But it’s funny cus I’m killing their 48s in a third
Never knew why these women thought I was paying attention
Or why I could never cross all my exes without the tension
Some honorable mentions thought reappear and depend
When I started using the pen to stay clear of getting the pensions
Friend to foe but it’s cool when you knowing it’s safe to say
The same people to hate it
Be the same people in line to play it
Myself, never agreed to the help, the shots they load ‘em
For keeping up man these Khloes must’ve really thought that I had owed ‘em
Know the noise wouldn’t affect me in turn
Collect me for urn long after you elect me for term
Respect off return, considered the veteran
I figured when Goliath ain’t wanna fight, rather talk it out like it’s Letterman
Let ‘em all in to witness
Even if you had built for the ark and managed a ticket
All in all it was making additions to make a difference
Multiplying the work for the dividends on the platter
Externally nothing mattered
You yearn to be what you ready for
And start to see where the bandwagon is headed for
Though if the offer’s on table, would you make do with a label
And risk the label from peers infatuated with fable
But fuck ‘em all I was eating off of my own
While not everybody was complacent with the way I’ve grown
I was more on chasing, rather racing ‘em towards the throne
King me over that checkered wave
They went astray, really trying to get away
Man I’m trying to steer away from these demons but they ain’t budging
But if I were to die tomorrow, spit all I wrote during judgment
All the while shit’ll change, for the population remained
When the competition receded more
That’s how it feel when you knew that the game needed more
This what y’all pleaded for?
I kinda figured it wasn’t as hard as everybody made it out
While still far from able to look and say I made it out
But made note of the flows that y’all would share on your singles
Y’all must’ve forgot
The hands craft, channeling spirits, something to watch
A lot of y’all were high off of the lies, great
My position in your debate, never heard it over the ambience
Ever since I was able to get it down on my first take
I guess it showed ‘em who was really fucking champion
From the lows, a soldier was bread to grow
Through the sword in the rock, he popped
You search in cement for a rose
There wasn’t ever room for another, heard undercover
They go from below the waist on their knees to sucking your soul
Where the fuck am I supposed to go?
Trying to bridge the gap, never thought it would take its toll
Carry it on your back to get back on the map
I swear all I’m seeing is palms itching to get a part
Like these niggas were really here from the fucking start
Feeling like ain’t no one else to make up the population
It’s why there ain’t no one else when I be looking adjacent
They’ll run a mile off the inch that you gave for patience
But all I’m hearing is feelings like niggas hit ovulation
What’s silence to your ovation
All I spit in this pitcher
Pitching out what’ll work for the bigger picture
I picture your casket wit’cha
When I off every facet, you couldn’t mask it nigga
Them rappers playing with fire, them consequences dire
Over the head sit back in your seats to let it dye ya
I never asked for acceptance, I was cool with pariah
These kids’ll pick up a mic and forget the curve
But it’s funny cus I’m killing their 48s in a third
Never knew why these women thought I was paying attention
Or why I could never cross all my exes without the tension
Some honorable mentions thought reappear and depend
When I started using the pen to stay clear of getting the pensions
Friend to foe but it’s cool when you knowing it’s safe to say
The same people to hate it
Be the same people in line to play it
Myself, never agreed to the help, the shots they load ‘em
For keeping up man these Khloes must’ve really thought that I had owed ‘em
Know the noise wouldn’t affect me in turn
Collect me for urn long after you elect me for term
Respect off return, considered the veteran
I figured when Goliath ain’t wanna fight, rather talk it out like it’s Letterman
Let ‘em all in to witness
Even if you had built for the ark and managed a ticket
All in all it was making additions to make a difference
Multiplying the work for the dividends on the platter
Externally nothing mattered
You yearn to be what you ready for
And start to see where the bandwagon is headed for
Though if the offer’s on table, would you make do with a label
And risk the label from peers infatuated with fable
But fuck ‘em all I was eating off of my own
While not everybody was complacent with the way I’ve grown
I was more on chasing, rather racing ‘em towards the throne
King me over that checkered wave
They went astray, really trying to get away
Man I’m trying to steer away from these demons but they ain’t budging
But if I were to die tomorrow, spit all I wrote during judgment
All the while shit’ll change, for the population remained
When the competition receded more
That’s how it feel when you knew that the game needed more
This what y’all pleaded for?
About
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On the night before his birthday, and following course once again with all production and engineering handled by himself, Sommy Lovell releases his first cut of the year since “Amelia” of December entitled “Population: 1”, with content ranging from personal perception, interpersonal relations, introspective recollection, and alienation.
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