You would think I’m an early riser
The way that you see me up in morning
Truth is I ain’t slept
I try have an early night but nah
I gotta deal with demons calling
In my brain at war
I can’t be falling short cuh that’s not my calling
Yawning when I see fake yutes spawning
Come for more than a portion
My minds parked off ain’t linking dots
And my skin keeps crawling
Bass make you shake like ketamine
I need loot I run to the chest like Bennington
Long live
This flow is appalling
Forcing the door I’m getting in
Me and the game ain’t on no chalk and cheddar ting
Made for this shit like andrex wipe that grin off
Your face mans peppering
Any song any genre anything
Ain’t tryna mess with them kids they’re meddling
I call man out and they act like they ain’t got a
Scooby don’t say anything
You’re pussy it’s evident
My posse we get it in
Get you lit like adrenaline
Ay ay
Where did the time go?
Live life on a tightrope
I watch time pass by in the sky
Bro birds eye view got a eye full of them
Man tower above this is my world
These grey clouds going where I go
Don’t pree it cause I don’t
I’m always up for the dates like iPhones
Rocking the stage like psycho
Vital vital
Thrilling and feeling like Michael
American Idol
Peppering rivals
Set going viral
You see the smoke clouds from my arrival
Swear life is a vicious cycle
Head spinning like vinyl
Primal mind I’m seeing the light on the dial
Gimme my title
I should take my own advice
Stuck in a loop
I heard they’re wanting the truth
Motivation get gone when there’s nuttin’ to do
Still man are up ’til stupid o’clock in booth
Send the stems up at quarter to
Get my shit mobile that’s portaloo
Get the munchies order food
Jump barriers at Waterloo
Mans more than crude
Dunno who you think you’re talking to
For a piece of the pie pitchforking youths
If I die come back from the dead then haunt them yutes
And true say next year we outsource man
Already out sauce these yutes
Check
Fuck anybody who hated the kid
Fuck you if you ain’t believe in my art
I came from the dirt
My brudda I got heart
Grind from the mud wid the gang work hard
They said that I’m taking a risk with Go Yard
I said fuck that shit I’m an artist
Yo
Lemme just lay my craft
My teas gone cold
My joints gone out
Fuck this life
I just want out
I don’t want die
I won’t lay down
I got my team
I hold it down
Look
Fuck laying down for a next man
Tryna get my head around the next scam
And without the music I’m a dead man
So I’m gonna do it ’til I’m dead fam test man
Where did the time go?
Live life on a tightrope
I watch time pass by in the sky
Bro birds eye view got a eye full of them
Man tower above this is my world
These grey clouds going where I go
Don’t pree it cause I don’t
I’m always up for the dates like iPhones
Rocking the stage like psycho
Vital vital
Thrilling and feeling like Michael
American Idol
Peppering rivals
Set going viral
You see the smoke clouds from my arrival
Swear life is a vicious cycle
Head spinning like vinyl
Primal mind I’m seeing the light on the dial
Gimme my title
