I’m no local
Egotistical, not noble
I should sing I need more vocals
I got 3 bitches in total
That’s a lie, I’m going loco
Take the photo
So I can leave
And be at a place where I’m alone
Ooooh my
Look at the time
‘bout to write lyrical rhymes
Got me feeling cynical why
Give it a minute and then I’ll be fine
Pinnacle high
Soon to be sick of these lines
I’m on a ridiculous rise
This is the beginning of my fall
I steal food at the mall
It’s just fun, that is all
I’m getting rid of my flaws
Writing rhymes feels like a ball game
Fame
Is not what I’m chasing
This is what I do when I’m blazing
Writing all night and all day
With or without jays, it’s just more fun to
Write high, that’s what the blunts do
Learning this skill like it’s kung-fu
I gotta drill myself untiiiil
I’m filled with skill, get rid of my bills
I gotta appeal, that’s why I stay real sometimes
And sometimes I just write what I like