[Verse 1]
They sleepin' on me harder than coma patients
The blows I've taken left scars and there's no erasin' them
So embrace 'em and foes complaining with pokers faces
They so complacent, think that they opinion is holdin' weight in
My decision, won't listen to your ultimatums, you diss 'em
And go and pay him a visit and hope and pray for forgiveness
I don't forget what I witness, your born a snake
You don't become a saint 'cause you board a plane
Even huffin' paint can't deplore your name
Yeah, I came to the fuckin' game hopin' that luck'll pay
Me a couple ways: bands and a couple babes
I learned I was as crazy as Norman Bates
Paint masterpieces with pens, ad beats I go cray on
They trashing me when they spit, you scribble with crayon
I'm your majesty in this shit, I spit some insane wit
A catastrophe with the pen, persistently prove painful
I've mastered Ps when I spit, finna be a scary movie
Like I'm Master P in that flick, bitch

[Verse 2]
I'm a product of prodigies all mixed in a pop to breed a top MC
Designed to be an anomaly and garner a lot of green
With some honesty, I'll reap benefits but don't indulge
In debauchery, bet pac'll be proud of the way game has got to be
There's some mockery in every song released, say they cocking These pistols, adopt a persona and flauntin' street credit
Wasn't packing guns now they got to be, they probably
Would take any chance to just cop a plea
Don't wanna hear that piece talking, then talk in peace
We don't need a talking piece to be civil, it's odd to me
Either they squawking, need cash, attempt a robbery:
"Better chance the lottery, but contrary to pop belief
We oughta be stopping these people, think they entitled these bands, if you honestly deserved it you wouldn't be robbin' these
Wrote a lot these verses but my story still not complete
Not 'till every single brainchild is walking free
Listen to my philosophies, and shout out to Socrates
The game is on lock but I gotten me the lock and key