[Verse 1]
I wrote this sitting shotgun in my sisters ride
Listening to classics wondering if they'd consider mine
Put the pen on this pad while she drive
Feel the presence of the undone
Lyrically poetic, but in my city I'm unsung
Since August 17 I've only gone up son
Best believe this the second one
I can't help it I'm not done
No love from the city of Arlington
Building my own sound, but stuck around 'til I'm considered profound
Especially when I step on the mound
Get in the box so I can punch your ass out
Mathematically writing these verses, and yes they come with a purpose
Down in the dumps used to feel worthless
Faced my 3-0 now they lifting the curses
I got my swagger back, now watch it grow through the surface
The way I'm writing these verses
I can hear them calling the hearses
With the way I keep going
Constantly work on the flowing
These beats with the words that I'm sewing
They became pieces of me like

[Hook]
Feeling the pressure these are pieces of me
Sacrifice my love for the art
No more from me as I'm set to depart
This shit coming straight from the heart
[Verse 2]
Even within a group I still feel alone
Don't check up on me at home
No messages on my phone, but I got the strength to not be injury prone
Bitch I'm on one
I did all this with none of your help
Last album then put my bars on a shelf
Music used to feel great, but it feels like I'm killing myself
Release my form of art, but they all drag me to hell
Can't seem to get out of this cell
There's only one way and that's make the best of my discography
This an audio autobiography
My pain and struggles stay part of me
Until the day everybody stops disregarding me
'Cause, I feel like the greatest wherever I am
They quick to shoot me down I'm like "damn"
Why can't they cheer for you when you win?
They don't know the places I've been
No matter what everybody's gone sin
I swear one day I'll be out of here
Fuck this city I ain't got a peer
This is the me they should fear and revere
Motherfucker I'm here with these pieces of me like

[Hook]
Feeling the pressure these are pieces of me
Sacrifice my love for the art
No more from me as I'm set to depart
This shit coming straight from the heart