Listen when I scribble with this pen on the paper
8 cups heading to 9 chokin on vapors
Tell the truth, when I’m in the booth
Hit the pavement, mentally taking bullets
When you speaking false statements
Lane change, time to rearrange all arangements
Make a mainstream song and get up out the basement
That underground styling is promising as you thought
I can see the disappointment I’m hearing it when you talk
But I could give a fuck if you accept me
I stopped giving a fuck and that’s when I became the best me
With a couple blunts and start rollin a confetti
Cause I gotta get away from all these demons tryina stress me
And I rather be, different than a simple ass rapper
With a passion for black and milds and gun sounds
The sun’s making out with the horizon
The blunt's to the roach and I just finished writing

They hold cups, all we do is roll up
Don’t come approach us, cause we known to go nuts
Underground raps, mumified like king tut
Your beats suck, you’re back to the lab, get your loots up
No beats for sale, niggas get the cold shoulder
Been a minute since I wrote a whole verse sober
Lucky charms rolling up a four leaf clover
While you smoking squares tryina be the poser on the poster
Headshot, reminisce the bed rock
It’s dead sky flow weight over your dormant heads
Nah, when I get to spitting, it’s dissipating on the canvas
School of dope rhyming, I’m the fliest on the campus
Cancer to the youth, ain’t got an answer for everything
I’m clowning every clown that lies around with the heavy bleed
I’m so experienced with lyrics, I could whisper every sentence
And the death could still feel it