Verse 1:

Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite
Start off denouncing then doing shit
The best thing about me is the wrong thing about me
It really depends how you viewing it
I could use all of my skills in perception to numb your defenses
And open up all of your senses
But if you ask anyone of my exes
They’ll tell you we bastards
‘Cuz they not connected
The best things I write be the hardest to say
The hardest to play when they haunt me on stage
Feels like I wrote them to just get away
The Ironic thing is that they stuck on replay
Feels like they love it when I’m down in pain
Feels like they love when I say them things
Bitches is bitches and all of them things
Man I really hate them things
Like fuck being the best
I’ll settle for being the worst
Can’t boast your damn titles when you laying down in a herst
I want to be the exception to this hip hop curse
Like I don’t listen to rap but uh…
I don’t invite no comparisons
Fuck all the rappers you embellishing
Don’t care if I sound like your favorite, the greatest or even the ones you been cherishing
Learned that like when you start rapping
When you make your action don’t tell them no reasons that’s just a distraction
They’ll form their opinion and say you been slacking
They don’t understand because they don’t got traction
They don’t got answers and neither do I so I hide them in laughter
Ignore all my wrongs I’ll handle them after
Lost all my friends thinking the latter
Slaying the kill there is no reason to hunt
It could be yours but depletes from the fun
These days we switching like each other month
And the best thing you do is not give it up
Started the game with some humble beginnings and rich man ambitions
My momma told me that the answer was business
‘Cuz they living life with no good intentions
Man, I can see tension
I can see demons that you have been wrestling
I can see that they got you on the ropes
Asking myself how the hell you can coupe
Say I’m selling you dreams
I’m just painting my hopes
Yeah

(let me hear that)


Verse 2:

Firefighting pour the gas on me light another joint I just wanna blow
Like me and deion almost burned the house down pyrotechnics now I need a show
Call me tourist I ain’t see the world yet I want a hot air balloon
Organized crime spring fine had our chrysalis did our time that cocoon
That mean I’m way too fly my rank been delta
Loud and turbulent I am that link me and my zelda
We share the same lens we I and I just watch don’t ask why
Especially you xy’s and xx you get x’d wide