[Intro]
One time, let me get it one time

[Verse]
Need to work on lyricism, verses all thought up and written
None of 'em have got a message 'cept for when I rap of sinning
Lifestyle lived, still a kid but I am talking, spitting
Like I'm hot as magma from volcanos up in Washington
I wash a ton of rappers with my flows but nothing standing out
I need the clout, I need a crowd to listen when I'm putting out
I rap of shallow matter, a pity-pattern, I'm good at acting
Putting a persona on like fashion, it do good for masking
Passions, attacking my cerebrum
Jesus, heal him, he's fiending and he's careening to a sudden death
Waste your breath, I want not
One shot, to show that I can spit hot
All style no substance, and I'm un-cunning
And I keep running and procrastinating, waiting
On patience I should have never had
See, life is a series of keys, you play 'em in the order
That you're supposed to play 'em in
I'm talking keys, like the notes of quarter
Hoarder of feelings, 'cause all of them unappealing

[Outro]
Aye this is real sadness hours
And we're nowhere near completion, stupid
Aye this is real sadness hours
And we're nowhere near completion, foolish