The real measure of
A man's gifts is not his fucking talent
It's...how hard he willing to go
How determined that n***a is

Verse:
I call all my brothers jits
Because I never left my Florida days
Born in North Atlanta
I could I never shake my Georgia stage
Came a ways
From making plays
With haitians in the dead of night
Posted up on front street
Going mad I nearly lost the light
Took the red and the blue pills
Crushed them up in my water
I can't blame my transgressions
On the sins of the father
The sins the wicked
Infected the children
And spread across the pavilion
Until the average civilian is toting gats
And the villains got bigger straps in the back
And they'll let them blast on a rat
Blow a opp in his back
Drain him out of his cash
Then roll him up in a pack
And sell the opps that
That's just the state of the world now its all bad
Used to take a lot me make me mad
But now life's made me a bomb
That's seconds away from blasting us
All back to the stone age
Mothafucka this the verse you always wish you had written
I'm smitten
With everything that is forbidden
About the fruit that is the boof
They wanna see us dead residents
Hanging up from the noose
I'd rather see some dead presidents
Spend it on jimmy choos
And call that shit my reparations
Lately I been feeling like I'll never catch a break and
Everybody think that I be up to something
I ain't up to nothing
But just losing my mind
And all perceptions of time
I tripped and fell down the rabbit hole
I'm still falling down
After 7 years
And several tears
And many scars upon my arms
I just made them part of my charm
And it's hard to see who's the hardest
When talking about a artist
Cuz everything's fabricated
Nothing is really ours
So they put us in foreign cars to forget it
I think I'm fucking regretting
That I ever left the 11th quadrant of galaxy 7
I'm sick of all the prescriptions
Weary of all my addictions
Angry at all the decisions I fucking made back when
But that was back then
There's no past or future gotta get it while you can
N***as don't understand
I been coming up with a plan to save the the human race
But they treat me like a fucking disgrace
So now how fuck imma save them
When they don't wanna be saved
I got hundreds of written rhymes
That'll never be made
Never be played
Never to see the light of day its tragic
I can turn trauma into mothafuckin magic
Think that I'm Darth Vader
The way that I'm force choking these haters
Force open the gates
And then set the populous straight
I'm Annunaki the lonely martian
Indigo child forever cast from the blessed garden
Thinking 'bout the time I was arrested for petty larson
They lucky it wasn't arson
'Cuz I could burn down the whole rap game
Gimme a name and I'll go after them
Gimme a flow n***a you know I'm finna master it
Gimme the tool cuz for these fools
I'm fucking blasting it backwards
I need repentance need to find me a pastor
All I want is a pasture
Hella land to look after
All I want's the Spanish mamacita
I'm trying to tap her
I am far from a rapper
N***as think that I'm the plug
I'm secretly the adapter
Can't hear these fake hating n***as over the laughter
Cuz all this mothafuckin money finna rain forever after
And that's a fact bruh
Word up