Intro
A little message to all of those who discredit/
I'm the shit at what I do and I don't need you to accept it/
Ticking time bomb flow, once I blow up they'll regret it/
Yo JR, I think we got em on this record

Hook
Living young wild and reckless on my road to imperfection/
Give em line after line and it's nothing less than impressive/
Switch it up to keep em guessin', definition of an artist/
Somethin' new and somethin' different's been my motto since I started/
With my city on my back, hopin' it don't leave no scaring/
If it does guess I'll I chalk it up to remnants of the war/
On this battle for success that I'm clearly headed towards/
That I'm clearly headed towards (yea)

Verse 1
Straight out Tally settin' standards, a real game changer/
Got heads noddin' from hippie n***as to gang bangers/
And he's far from a stranger when it comes to guns held/
Ain't talkin' R&B, but I know a n***a with 1-12/
And if we got a problem, then he's quick to let it bang/
Notes to get my hands dirty, ain't need to leave a stain/
If your shootin' for the stars keep it steady with ya aim/
Em said we only get one, shame to let it go in vain/
Money can buy it all, but trust it cannot obtain/
Couldn't buy love either, but I feel their one in the same/
For a man with soo much to loose, in the theirs soo much to gain/
And when your this concrete, ain't a problem paving your lane/
Just keep a steady foundation, strong enough to sustain/
Some of the impending problems that come with this music game/
And I wish you the best of luck, this shit get slow and insane/
Tell ya this though, one thing about me that'll never change/ Im living -

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Verse 2
Got a bar for every star up in ya solar/
I told em stop sleepin', but that only get you soo far/
They looking for a reason and I plan on providing that/
Somethin' to look up to like those big screens at the I-Max, I AM THAT/
Flow wrinkle free, so there ain't a need to iron that/
In this lab perfecting my craft my nigs' where I am at/
Told me to knock em dead, so I hit the booth and lie em flat/
That's why you hear a flat line in the back/ And they call what I do amazing/
Standing behind these bars, so metaphorically I'm caged in, n***a this no façade/
Especially since I don't write, it's like my pens on strike/
For these lyrics a n***a mentals' the only needed utensil/
So fuck a pad and a pencil, I save that for them other guys/
And I rap like me, so don't compare to those other guys/
Unless it's one of the best then I guess I'll accept otherwise, shit I guess I'll accept otherwise, I'm livin/

(Hook)