It's all part of the plan when I step to the microphone you're monoton i think you need to leave the mic alone and listen to a spitter as I bring it to the beats like I was jumpin someone in instead of steppin through the fight alone i never knew a real friend... until I lost one this is for my mama till the ending I'll be lost luck stuck inside the pain of always feeling like I'm washed up cuz everyday I think of death but never let it stop strut...
All through the rain there's no excuse or shame as I assume my name and represent it for the seeds I keep alive and help believe in staying strong and all my fam to help elude the pain cuz I live with doubts since a kid in house I fought through pain and now I spit it out I couldn't stop the rain but stayed on top to gain cuz you don't get so many chances when you're living broke
Fuck all these haters fuck all these haters I'm making a name I don't need any favours cuz once I'm on top and they see me progress all these pussies who talk quickly turn into traitors and claim to know me play the roll see but all they really want is to take my doe G so Ima stay on point and always face my foes B I'll leave you lookin silly like a face emoji
I proceed and i spit with passion been through hell and still be fightin throwing fists in action all these rappers think their famous cuz of instagram I pay no mind and pull my weight they know I spit it savage i face my fears... everyday... smoke trees to help set the pace it's the only thing that I can use as a crutch all the rest of those drugs you be testing your fate fuck it
Cuz Ima speak my mind they lead you blind and feed you lies no peace advised the greed is high defeat can rise so keep your pride I seek mine never cheat the grind i fuck with the melodies been through some felonies kept it one hundred there isn't no tell in me rep it so steadily come with the remedy aim for your head like a hit on the Kennedies watch it split
And that's it cuz Ima put you on the ground if you be squawking lips clock grip ima boss and you be soft ass shit I'll pull your card and leave you stuck up like a hostage bitch so pay attention.... and may I mention Ima do this till I'm dead or I get paid a pension everyday I put in work and still evade the tension while I'm flexing on the mic I fight the pain that sets in which ain't gonna happen I'm makin it rappin runnin through this game like I be shaking the traffic you haters are plastic I'm chasing the racks it's all about the paper so the cake i be stacking one