[Verse 1]

These are the reasons that I kill it every season
My Autumn was absent you fallin' for being decent
And eating all these crumbs off the ground from us
You be that starvin' artist, you're an offered target

We often get confused walkin' this road
Cuz every truth that we be learnin' contradicts what we're told
They like don't smoke that it makes ya braincells weak
But it opened up my third eye and kept me at peace

Please..I write lines on iPods and loose leafs
New raps old school flowin' over these new beats
Same situation but I'm sittin' in a new seat
And my view improved proven to you in two weeks

Let me get a minute this legitimate lyricist
Steady killing shit ripping all of the innocence from instrumen-
Tals..I thought I told you before
People sleep but I don't give a fuck I heard that I'm cold

[Verse 2]

And my pen outta ink and I'm bout to lose my sanity
Could it be that ignorant n***as ain't understanding me?
Hopped up in my session grab a beat for the battery
And tought you little fake ass rappers in my academy
Raps rapped up in rappin' do the unraveling
Blow by the O kill shows do hella traveling
Back off the 808 shatterin' glass
Plus the mic gettin' tossed with a lateral pass

Said it then I meant it I don't need more than a minute
To tell if a beat I'm feelin' it criticism is criti cool
Don't interrupt me when I'm in between my intervals
Highed up answering questions up in my interview

Like who you?

And what you do?

And who yo' crew?

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