[Intro]
All day, I've been writing all day

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I keep writing all day, every day
This is what I do for therapy
So I don’t stack up no felonies
Carry on the legacy
I’m a fuckin' rapper
Getting married to the melodies
Imma turn into B Rabbit in a cipher
I’ll let you have it, your notepad is an eyesore
Reduced to screaming into a foam pad, I’m addicted
Produced and I’ve been a nomad and it’s going as I predicted
And you beat me thinking I’ll be sore
But Imma pull a Mona Lisa and send a whore
To clean your house out like a Black Friday store
You look around and freak out act rightly, sir
Then Imma pull up on you gat’s strapped tightly, sir
It’s not an option, you can’t get capped lightly, sir
Follow you are you being tracked? You might be, sir
If I ever see your face around the place again
Imma knock your ass out, hear the bell? Begin
Think long and hard about your top 10
You’d best get to naming
Stop shifting the blame and
Keep my name well in your thoughts
And you’ll get many blessings brought
Give my name hell in your thoughts
Then you’ll forget every lesson you’ve ever been taught

[Interlude]
I've been writing all day, every day, ahh
Yeah, I've been writing all day every day, man

[Verse 2]
I’m not famous enough yet
Let me tell you how to fix it, I need
Post Malone up on the chorus
Joyner Lucas on a guest verse
Pusha-T to gather up a hearse
Jaden Smith to bring some fashion
Kanye West to do production
Eminem to do promotion
Violent J to do cosmetics
Lil Wayne to call the medics
Vice Mensa to take quit rapping
MGK to stay a drug addict
We got lost some people, please help me stay strong
I’m up in this rap game, I hope that you’ll let me stay long
So many legends leave the game from some psycho shit
I see senseless violence, overdoses, suicides, and some psychosis
At least all that’s in my prognosis
Rappers need a diagnosis
So we need the Doctor back
You seem to be having a heart attack
I didn’t mean to give you that
Now you see, you’re not immortal
But shit you’ve been doing’s immoral
I can see you’re losing your aura
I’m bringing you so much misfortune
Like you missed the lottery
Attempting to commence the snobbery
But end up falling deep into poverty
And you’ve become a mockery
Of our modern economy
Wanted to cop some luxury
I’m cutting your artery
I’m cutting back then cauterize
I wonder what kind of thoughts arise
When it clicks and you finally realize
That I broke into your house and your daughter died
Sodomized her from behind
Blew her motherfucking mind
Murdering beats and peoples how I tend to pass my time