It's creeping up on something like ten years in the coming
My guts and stomach grumbling from swallowing my pride
But now this monster in my chest is busting through my breast plate
Gnashing teeth, screaming, spitting acid alien style
Fuck it I'm staggering
Trying to keep my anger under management butI've fallen off the wagon
And for these next few bars I'm bragging
Dog, I'm living large
Like I bust out the garage

Two homes, Two clubs,Two cars ,Two dogs
Two L's in my name and I give props for the applause
Taste the blood in my mouth from my gums when I floss
Part of me thinks I'm worthless
And part of me thinks that's perfect
A mix of pain and passion to be respected as a wordsmith

I've lost my marbles oh my God I gotta get those
Time to gobble up these mother fuckers
Hungry hungry hippos
And yo, hungry's not the language cause God dammit I'm famished

Despite the cash I manage can't afford to watch this all vanish
So call me manic
Call me panicked
I'll take advantage, stay pushing like I do when I write left handed
I keep my head under hats
My ego under raps
Push my pen down on the page
And leave my rep behind that

If I was a boaster I'd talk more about signing posters
Or how I use my gold records as my coffee coasters
But I'm older than you think
I opened up to gain some closure
Drag some tracks out of my brain so I can free up some folders

And yo I'll never ever dream of pressing pause
I be that outlaw, slack-jawed hacksaw south paw
I don't give a shit who likes my songs
I just wish I coulda played a couple for my Moms

This isn't written out of fear
I"m proving the difference between talent and just a couple good years
I'm spitting out of sheer excitement that I finally don't care
Loud enough so y'all will hear, that I'm here