(Insanity)
People misunderstand, thinking like damn
Pick up a pen and I write
Do it as big as I can for my figity fam
Living it man I'm alive
But I feel like it might be a figity fight
Still, I figured I fight it, man, winning I might
Hold my fist up you know ha, I'm rocky balboa
Get high and feel lower, think ill be alright
Is what I keep telling myself, but the bottle does me no good
My only company I'm feeling alone
Who the fuck is there when it's cold
Who the fuck is there when it's no good
Who the fuck is there
Cuz they all should be but who the fuck holds you?
When you feel like giving up on life, cuz sometimes you might
But this shit isn't right, let me give you some advice
Don't, cuz you know, you know better than that in your mind
Happy to show you every emotion
Was there for a moment then grabbed me a mic
Then my life began
Saw the light and then, Insanity stroke with lightning
Letters get black as I'm writing them
Never regret what I've written, having that said
Fuck what you think about me
I do this for me and the fire within
Put my mind on the price and the mic on a stand
So you might understand all the violence
That I put in my music it's all in the pencil
All on the pad, cause I fought with the devil
Fuck all the rage put it on instrumentals
In a coffin or cage when I'm done with them
Let all the pain go, wait no, not till I get all
The respect I deserve for every verse
Every sentence and every word
Every letter its always been paddle
To the metal, it's all that I know
Bad how I feel but it's not what I show
People lost love, do it all for the do
Give a fuck about fame, this is all that I know
All that I know, it's all that I know
Bad how I feel but it's not what I show
People lost love, do it all for the do
Give a fuck about fame, this is all that I know

(Jake Mackson)
Let me put my heart
Or at least what’s left of it
On this piece of paper...
All of these rappers smell the money and change in a second
I got these people, they aunt got no money but wait for my records
I’m having dinner with the devil but only came for a breakfast
Now I’m headed for the medal
Put the pedal to the medal
Turn my pain into passion
I ain't made for this madness, but I came up in it
The pages, the letters, the times of regret, the hatred and damage
Got my mind on the finish
So I'm till late up with it
Trying to finish as soon as possible
And these people asking for shit, like:
Really? I don't do enough for y'all already?
These people here are not happy
These people are not my people
Cuz these people here they got envy
So now it's only God and me
It gotta be the Mary
Cuz I'm on my way to heaven
You can come and see or sent me
A post card when I'm up there
I got no heart or no love there
I got pain to reduce, ain't new to lose
So I'm making moves like ‘fuck yeah’
Yea I go hard, with no stopping in me
Roll up when we puffing the trees
Show off for these fuckers who'll see
This is more than a regular hobby
You never was sorry and you never was there
Now you wanna meet me on the level I go?
See them getting on me, thinking I care…
But don’t know shit bout the hassle I know
Cuz they loving your name and they fuck with flow
It's always the same, they stop for ye dough
They suddenly change, like nothing before
Don't give a fuck about fame this is all that I know