A lotta people thinkin im a psycho
I dont know thats just the vibe i get when i go and write flows
A rifle aiming at the pope through a sniper scope
Crazier than a high school teachers suicide note

Ever since a small lad man i had high hopes
Sell drugs marry the girl i love, dont die alone
But everything got fucked up when i touched this fucking microphone
Don't touch them buttons man you know im busting in the zone

Im chilling by my lonesome at home alone on some other shit
I won't condone smoking out of bones
Grab that chrome make it known, rap game got a vacant thrown
Im here to make a difference with the craft while i take it on

Coming from another realm
I dont think you fucking felt
I can tell you feeling pale
You ain't real cause you a fail
Be the hammer or the nail
Either way you out of skill
Man im coming for them deals
And all them hundred dollars bill

Man i dont think that you really fucking will (Bitch)
Look at my reflection you can tell im flexin in my prime

Eating on these beats like my mom said its dinner time
Killing every wack emcee yah you know its been a crime
I ain't quitting on this shit until i cross the finish line
Visions of me flying on a jet. i can see me shine

Climbing all these mountains i ain't tripping on em yet
Pulsating through the earth living life through regret

Real shit



Searching through my soul tryna bring out all this energy
Evil negativity just weighing down my center piece
Demons on the mic while I'm fighting for serenity
Death is true peace but life is the remedy



Images flashing through my memory
Remember me
Devil on my shoulders but the angel is the enemy
I'm killing every track I write on and that shits endlessly
Look inside my eyes and you will always see the truth in me

Im bout to go berserk and show my work
Better know it hurt, flowing first with no rehearse i drove the hearse
Up on the verse
I hold the curse of a thousand emcees just waiting to burst
The longer it takes i guess the worse its gonna get

This is me being real while you is just being a bitch
Mothafuckas looking at me but they scared to talk that shit

Im just another man tryna hit that fame
Music is the path so you better start switching lanes
Cause ill make sure it change when i spit a name kick a flame thats the thang, mothafuckas in my range BANG!
My aim is precise i slice right through your writing utensil
I do this everyday on an instrumental