We used to steal rims and drop their car on cinderblocks
Now I steal fire, and drop rhymes with cinder thoughts
I turn any studio booth into a tinder box
And swipe left on any negative inner thought
I'm not a philosopher, I'm just a critical thinker
I'm not a rapper, I'm just a rhyming middle finger
Addicted to these bass kicks, addicted to these snare drums
Dissing rappers is basic, I hold the mic like a bear hug
Eros was born out of chaos, I was born to slay all
The devil don't take a day off he want me on his payroll
Follow Paulo's Path till it payoff, god never say no
I think this world want my heart so I fatality Kano
Never had writer's block, my baby bottle had draino
I'm probably just a shadow in that cave with Plato
I swished the earth through a black hole with a hook shot
I seen everything in this world, except a good cop
Paulo's path and I'm running red lights