Doesnt matter wats the beat, flowin with just my voice
Rappers take a seat, can't spit for shit so a dope beat is ur only choice
Bitches luv me, charisma leaving these pussies moist
My mind a fucking mess, can't go on being sober
Not studying for that test, letting my momma down cause ima smoker
Fuck being the hero, yeah i rather be the joker
Hoping my music gives me a full house, no poker
So i can spread my message
One hit wonder, so their careers a miscarriage
N***a ur music is not real, we know issa a disparage
For the whole game
Even with cole dissing these lil rappers
It all just stays the same
Instead of pursuing happiness
They all just pursue the fame
Fucking sellouts
Can't hide from me i know all of your hideouts
Fuck the fake, only the real ones should make it
No doubts
But these days the fake make it too
Flow so sick u might catch a flu
Just failed a class, wait, it was two
12 came, i didn't ran, wait, so high, i flew
Anti-social,yeah but that ain't nothing new
Teachers telling me i was gonna fail, like i didn't knew
Shiit
Shut the fuck up, dont talk to my persona
Fakes not allowed on my ship, yeah that n***a a jonah



Now heres Johnny
Stealing eachothers flows they a clyde, with no bonnie
I feel like im meant for greatness, yall, should just call me mani
Get that?
Ur girl makes my dick harden
And i got my rockets with me bout to make u stepback
Fuck a plug, grow my own garden
Hit a bitch on the neck,now, watch him fall back
Smoking medecine, got me so high, my room became a flight deck
Playboy rappers feminine, while im making plays like a quarterback
This game needs me im tom brady with the comeback
Bitches use to joke with me, now they waitin for the text back
Never loved a bitch, focused on my art now
Yung boi makin plays but i also go for the touchdown
U say u the king, better aproach with caution cause i can make u a king with no crown
Not ready for for the knowledge i bring, my soul not up for auction, so these labels on a nervous breakdown
I could drop some bombs on ya, no Nagasaki
Ur shows like a ghost town
Hoping i cop a benz and a kawazaki, they say im playin without realising rap is my playground
Got so many problems in my head now
Herb on my lungs now
Liquor in my cup now
School not on my mind now

Momma tired of this shit, im on my own now
I wanna find myself, not being lost, just dont know how
So called" cold" rappers, ima defrost, milking the same shit over years, they a industry cash cow
Sooo
Fuck influences, i got my own sound
Avoinding depression with the music i post
On my soundcloud
Flow so fire ur speakers might toast
I dont always say wat i want, out loud
If did i would have no
No
No friends
Saying im anti-social
Maan it depends
Cause
Depression is reaal ma n***a
Would never end my life, to pussy to pull the trigger
Friends think this just a hobbie,but im plotting something bigger
Working top floor, while they work in the lobby, ten years from now, look at me,a million dollar figure
Put an x on your back, so dont test me
I know Wifi is funeral but that is still a tentacion
I dont smoke crack, in your hood sipping tea
I know u fake, dont need a clarificacion
Daamn
Did it by myself, dont need a gang n***a
U and yo gang just flexin wit them shits
U dont bang n***a
Left my crib wit my papers, lighter stripes in my pocket,a n***a acting up, pull the blade out, now i got his wallet
Im wat they all dont wanna see, so these n***as acting funny
Lyrics sting like a bee, so my music is my honey
And my head is my hive
Wait wait
I swear i think im bipolar
Life feels like game over, dont know wheres the controller
Their flow might be cold, but n***a mine is polar