I made this shit back when uh..in uh..Like September, October 2011

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
I'm the best mane
I steps onto the plane
I'm not stuck in the 90s I just honor it mane
I prominently aim to dominantly bang
Finna cop another 1000 as soon as I get paid
I got a room in my house full of music equipment it's hard to pull myself out as soon as I get in it
Unless I'm jotting wisdom underneath an apple tree
Finna start releasing with the Sun Ra mentality
Most prolific producer in Cleveland avidly rappers who rapidly need a boost of calories hassle me
To no avail I come out when it rains and I creep like a snail over thе rockiest terrain
One man construction crеw constructing a personal lane
Mellow cat yesterday same person today
Never nervous or expecting the worse cause everything sooner or later will fall into place

[Chorus]
I'm Leaving
I'm Leaving
I'm Leaving
I'm Leaving and I don't know when you'll see me again

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
Yo I ain't tryna front at all and I ain't tryna bluff
But you could shower me in props and it still wouldn't be enough
Still coming the roughest and rappers need a lesson and the fact that there are no such thing as rap etiquette
Closet full of fly shit that I don't even buy it
I refuse to own a single snapback or a letterman
Jacket. You don't compare to the racket I'm causing
Fifty-thousand leagues under the ocean and I'm awesome
Awesomer gossamer
Ross is an officer of his own law that of the advocation of no law
Self law with one basic doctrine
If this shit happens to be whack back up off it
Like how I used to have a much better output
But ever since I started on relationships I lost it
So all I care about is personal gain in every personal way that's even if I gotta make you come up off it
[Chorus]
I'm Leaving
I'm Leaving
I'm Leaving
I'm Leaving and I don't know when you'll see me again