Fuck sitting on computers man Two years moving music pursuing A losing pursuit it’s confusing I do it to do it But losing the juice, getting sick of these excuses to boot it I’m feuding with logic creating a debut for this music That’s shooting with Rockets, like Houston with harden Losing the target audience it’s obvious I gotta choose what I’m doing Either a hobby or for profit but there’s fuel in me probably To take a knife to throat of the fools that was hard on me Choose an artery and point from the arc of this archery Honestly I could see all of these sheep and slaughter them all Or we stall and show em we’re smarter than they thought that we oughta be Pardon me, who am I to judge? I’ll hold grudges till I’m buried in shit And show love a lot less than I care to admit I’m only human but that’s rarely unfit Barely a kid, can’t complain I’m at an age where preparing to live Got me choosing where I’ma chill And where to begin Living on a prayer and whim Cause I don’t know where I’ma fit In the scheme of this rap shit I’d easily crack, split and fold Under pressure I’m embarrassed as shit Making songs for myself isn’t gaining a crowd I need it now, otherwise I’ll probably carry this with me For eternity’s bumping that new shit in my new whip Independent thoughts, move in to my new crib Emerge from uncertainty perfectly with a few hits The crew is curious, they haven’t really heard from me At times I feel like dropping off of the planet And skyrocket like a comet into oncoming traffic Meteoric rise, throw dirt if you gotta But I’ma rock you if you take me granite I meant to say I was rocky You better watch who you Russian Cause I’m a Clubber who blasts You gonna crash that would make you Apollo Lil tricky to follow A lil bit of an oddity with the flow Still killing it probably Gonna witness a body Haamie it’s homicide to stop it An out of body experience to feel as if you follow a prophecy Following my heart while protecting it true I never meant to go project it on you The lesson is two parts: in one, never think with your heart And be smart, everything that you’ve got will be robbing We Arkham, falling deep off the cliff I spot him Bruce Wayne dressed in the suit Like, all it takes is the will A cape doesn’t make you a hero It’s determined by determination Patience and skill I’m debating forreal Got the capabilities to make a difference but which way should I live? I’m unsure about the way that I feel So I raise the stakes and make a change It’s crazy aye my brains insane but this a crazy place that I’m in It’s game seven, Laker legend as I play for the chip It’s either raise or you sink and I’ma play for the win Kobe fade away is draining make it rain in the building As anticipation raises again I’m taking this shit Crossover and I’m making em miss It’s all over when I gaze at the rim Or it’s kinda like the last drive Superbowl, half-time passed I’ma snatch mine Past line of scrimmage when I dash I Have half a mind to back down and slide But can’t that’s a lie the stands passing by I glance at my right and dance outta sight The fans laugh and cry and damn I was right Cause I passed my own goal without knowing it then Too busy focused on surroundings than to notice the end That’s an accurate depiction of life Looking forward has you missing all the shit on the side Forgetful at times, but memory’s a tricky solution Cause spitting the truth has gotten me remembering lies A criminal mind, but begging for repentance tonight Aint’ finished sinning but I figured I’d try Demented inside, I’m sprinting to the end of the line In both hands when I grip a pair of scissors and knives A pencil to write, when nothing’s left I’m feeling its right I’m only spitting not to feel like I’m a quitter inside Cause everybody banking on the kid that he’ll quit It’s only fantasy, this isn’t your gift Be serious, you’re kidding with the lyrics you spit It’s all feelings and complaining ‘bout the women you miss And to an extent, I guess they’re right So hell I’ll try to change it up while you listen to this But remember y’all killing with missiles Is all fun till the process makes Godzilla but iller But I’m not fazed when you call this a beginner Cause it’s all great till you fall victim of feeling A victim of bitches with nothing but a million of minutes Pretending their critics, it’s really not a feeling familiar But that’s beside the point Cause life’s a joy I find a void and strike to match me While I’m rapping might be crafty Try and catch me, it isn’t very likely boy You’re Adidas and I’m Nike bitch I’m a cheetah and you might be dinner Etcetera, enough analogies and metaphors Stacked on eleven four ton beams Waiting till I let them up That means I gotta lot of shit to say You ain’t even seen a fraction of the kid today Forget complacent bitch I’ve been sitting waiting Get impatient ready to begin explaining When in may I’m chilling within a state I’m not used to, that could work a million ways And still I feel the skills gonna get me famous See who’s laughing when the kid has made it But for now, I’ll be letting it be Keep it modest and respect when I speak People comment disrespectful to me I’m playing dumb saying “yes I agree” Let em think I’m accepting the feed But inside there’s a hunger that has yet to be freed Another hunter that has yet to be seen Only other way to say it is my plate is In the making and I’m scraping to the bottom cause I’m ready to eat

Never been the one to tire of a daydream As far-fetched as it may seem, I stay true to the landscape The days fuse at a fast pace, filling up the gas tank Black haze, trash in the ashtray Treat the globe like a blank page, moving only When I can’t stay, turn the page to relax brains Each thought like a bubble I’m blowing fuck it; I hope that when it’s over No one notice I pop Cause each shot isn’t clutch But the moment I dove and drove in The flo’ I hope the focus isn’t solely on flops I mean I’m feeling like it’s flames But the stove isn’t on He spitting fire Even if nobody knows that he’s hot I wanna go astray The road is blank and I drive Till the sides of commotion make Signs of eroding brain Try to control the change Spending life grounded in reality I’d like to just float away And I’m gone with the wind Drifting off it’s the thoughts of the kid Taking shots in a second split scoring again Ignoring the force that’s pulling me towards, I think I’m gone with the wind And I’m….. Gone, going off in the wind Smoke exhaust in the car dash fogging the tint Daydreaming of the day people Remember the name; keep pulling till I’m gone with the wind Damn, this shit is happening man 20 grand every year just for graduates, man If money couldn’t buy me happiness Then why the fuck am I in all these classes then I can’t understand….. Let’s assume I get a job after it ends Gradual shit, 40 K a year, after a year Assuming all of it is funneled in the college shit Then half of its clear, only 40 K of debt Left, that isn’t weird! But you gotta see the Brightside Memories and friendships instilled Will develop for a lifetime Mix the good with the bad It’s all the same, cause without one The other tends to fall on its face You gotta see the big picture, right Every day’s an adventure, like Himalayan hikes on the side Or a movie or music or when you take a ride Either way you’re living life Take what you give or die Feeling like this isn’t reality But a fantasy morphed To distort and warp gradually Until a force naturally turns And pulls back, in a minute you snap, And ignore the world’s gravity And then you’re gone with the wind Drifting off it’s the thoughts of the end Taking shots in a second split scoring again Ignoring the force that’s pulling you towards, until you’re gone with the wind And you’re….. Gone, going off in the wind Smoke exhaust in the car dash fogging the tint Daydreaming of the day people Remember your name; keep pushing till you’re gone with the wind Comic properties comedy thoughts pondering Prospering in the drama, continuing on a dream-scape Following a scene change, falling from off of the top Of the bottom I’m stalling on the weekdays But then the week ends, My liver weakens, In between sleep and thinking when the dream ends If it’s a nightmare, screw it I’m Krueger, and on my right hand, knives clamp Pushing em through you Until you fade slow Ripping it through a blank hole Riveted picking at anyone figuring kid is gonna lay low This is the shit I was made fo’ Even as I fade I’ma stay flowing, stay going….

It’s amazing what a change’ll hold Those I hold dear, feel the labor grow In a year, went from holding you tight To pushing open in life, whatever road we decide You should know you my baby doe Psych, I would rather go black face In Ferguson, or walk the streets of Florida With hoodie up, waiting for a crooked cop Head down, stand straight Only to shoot, and plant a gun when my hoodie drops Or walk around a minefield in my size ten wooden crocks Dancing in a crooked walk, begging for a land mine ‘Fore I have to spend another damn night Thinking ‘bout, anything around you, People you know, and any memory you think that you hold Can die quick in a fire, bitch How could I desire this? When it’s clear your confidence is sinking so low If time’ll heal, try a stitch, if you thinking it’s sew, bitch No sense talking ‘bout it, be about it (I don’t think you know) If you really think about it, how far could I go? To the moon and back Fuck that, I’ma shoot past space to where Jupiter’s at Call home whenever I’m gone though And tell em the long road never stops, how far should I go? To the moon and back Fuck that, I’ma stay right here, where the music is at It’s funny going from a marble’s stature To seeing people marvel at you, See the sculpt and chisel away Flipping the shit that you say, Building from in it your typical figure a marble statue And the shit that you thought attracts you Under the influence of dumb shit Suddenly shifts to reverse the beer goggles at you And reflect the parts you fear that you thought you passed through If it’s a phase then I’m counting down the days Till the clock hits zero, I zero in, a hero No heroine, the fear is so clear within I’m nearing the finish and I feel like I hit the top of Everest And, as I descend, A news bubble pops up saying that wasn’t it Cause there’s another fucking mountain They found and the shit’s taller So shit, I quit falling and climb from pitfalls and I’m ghost No sense talking ‘bout it, be about it (I don’t think you know) If you really think about it, how far could I go? To the moon and back Fuck that, I’ma shoot past space to where Jupiter’s at Call home whenever I’m gone though And tell em the long road never stops, how far should I go? To the moon and back Fuck that, I’ma stay right here, where the music is at

I never finish what I start I’ve stalled, I mean I’m stalling Wait, I meant to say I’m Stallone With a right hook to loan for anybody who’s boxed in I’ll probably catch you in a body bag ‘Cause I been digging dirt on you suckas Like a jolly ranch-er, jolly man till we parlay I’m bout it bout it only on an off day, Sautee beef, I’m andre the giant With three stacks to build toys Treat me like an outkast, now I’m feeling Big Boi I’m a kill joy; people think they’ll rattle my cage Until I show em what I’m planning, now the plan it has changed The panic is great, Rome through the streets, I’m Cesar With a sickness I’ve cured like its Planet of Apes Where’s Franco? I’m stopping the song, wait You try to lend a hand and get caught between A rock and hard place So put your hands in the air if you got one And we gone party till the break of dawn, (we don’t make alarms) Get the whip, riding shotgun Plug the aux in, where taking off (with no brakes at all) Who gives a fuck if the cops come? Light it up till they make us stop (till they make us stop) Until then let the song run And throw down, till the chains are gone (with no slaves at all) I’m procrastinating all the time You probably noticed by the style of the songs I write Cause each verse has a pause, I’m like, dawg alright I write the longest lines And break em up with no care And no flow, make a beat around it around it a jot shit Twenty bars in looking back I laugh, ‘Cause I just wrote a half verse and forgot to rhyme Oh well, call it life, or art, whatever makes it acceptable For me to do what’s expected or less And pass it off, like a Hail Mary hoping I open The door and notice an answer I probably never would get Fuck it; add it to my bucket list Right ahead of being president Of running shit, co-president, the dope residents Of white, lie avenue I kill ‘em all, call the shit the My Lai Massacre so… So put your hands in the air if you got one And we gone party till the break of dawn, (we don’t make alarms) Get the whip, riding shotgun Plug the aux in, where taking off (with no brakes at all) Who gives a fuck if the cops come? Light it up till they make us stop (till they make us stop) Until then let the song run And throw down, till the chains are gone (with no slaves at all) I don’t care what the charts have I want the hearts man, Take every rhyme I write And show the value of that, And it probably wouldn’t fit up on a bar graph I make shit for the pacifists, do it today For all the kids who never said fuck you to your face I can relate, from seeing people bottle it too Or turning to a bottle just to swallow the truth I’m acknowledging you, For every kid had a crush in sixth grade But never got to follow it through It’s time for a change; throw your arms through the roof And zone out, bout as often as it’s possible to And confess what you love, ‘fore it’s gone and you lose Cause when it’s said and it’s done, all you’ve got is in you Yeah, so play the song and get loose Cause today is the day we acknowledge the truth

[DGAF] It’s all about the benjamins That’s why I’m getting it It’s fifty fifty if I get a sense Rolling up, as the hours blend, Foul cerebral, fueling people gassing me I guess they on that sour diesel I feel salty, cause ya boy is really crunching the numbers Like bill cosby, but I’m guessing they don’t fuck with the youngin The up and the comer, from iphone To nice mic, and tight flow I write, write, each night I Key nice like a typo Rest in peace to people caught in the struggle And let em free to all the people out there caught in a bubble Find solitude in something, shit it’s how I treat rap People told me not to quit, shit and now I see that From sitting on the bench, to swishing on the rim Like I missed it on the tip, no rebounding from that Like the, black mamba, with skills to match call em The real, I smash on em then kill, the rap Dahmer Mad bomber, caught a body, Jap call em Nagasaki Strap on I’m kamikaze, rap dogs ought to watch me As I blow up, not a feeling in the world that could touch this high When I clutch this mic It’s like my lungs get wide, and my tongue spits fire In the process I drop stress, come get mine I wanna stunt, let’s shine, lemme get Jefferson’s Moving up, pledge allegiance to the fucking dead presidents [Eedee] They said the day I spit fire there'd be pigs flyin' Well Adele just touched down for her tour, homie so sit quiet All you dick riders saying that I bite Em I'm showin' some teeth, no teeth? Well alright then Let me write this without any judgement Never fear, sweat and tears, I bleed onto this mic like a cut lip Fuck this, man, I'm ready to go Anticipations in my voice, and now I'm lettin' it show I'm feeling up to it like Eedee's day off Homie the TV stays off because my CD bass knocks And it's easy, they scoff, but it's hard as shit When I target this heart of his, it breaks and I'm a part of it I hardly spin any of you rappers anyway So to be fair why the fuck should I expect the same? In the real world, there's not a chance at all But in this fantasy I'm livin', I don't pass the ball I won't catch you fall, I don't care enough The only thing I care about is how I'm livin' in America Gotta pay the bills, I gotta make it still I was made to kill, straight spittin' with a Derringer I've been through the ringer, now my ears ringin' 5 years spittin', grindin', now I show you the picture Penny for your thoughts - Abe Lincoln this If there's a shot I'ma take it, stay vigilant [Dimes] Young lyrical nigga, spherical figure I ain't coming full circle, it's three dimensional nigga The hunger is Ethiopian, wonder if he'll be dope again? Trials and tribulations to go through like Tyler Perry films They wanna follow me but I try to tell them please They look to me like I, I got the key I show these niggas how to give All they wanna do is take Tryna show just how they real Real facades to show they fake I don't want no mediocre, competition is behind me Going fishing, got a vision, what I see ain't Tiny Yeah I'm faded off of that six pack Crunching numbers for that click clack 44 for your 38 tell your special ass to just sick back Buckle up fore you hit that Cause I ain't breaking, I'ma have to crash Over your head, or rather under your nose And nigga ask yourself, did you do the math? Dead Presidents to chose my path Three Jefferson's marketing beats, demonic craft Fallen angels all around me, the way I was taught Is obsolete, no more repeating bodies lay in a box Gotta get it how you live it, now that shit'll get you fitted Cap was burning through your lungs Brothers shot you gotta quit it Gotta get it how you live it, casting weight and you will feel it Daughter looking for her father, baby momma dropping college Gotta get it how you live it, money gripped your life I get it Keep on fucking with that yay they'll never see just what you're made of

I feel it’s best, since you would never speak To me, and everybody says the truth’ll set you free I speak, on what I’m feeling day to day Waking make food, straight walk Class halls, play ball, that’s all I try to focus up, keep pushing you back But fantasize about a life Where I open up, then I look at the past And see the time of my life In a vision I don’t know if it’s us You won’t talk to me, right? Well fuck that! Call me out the blue Like you expect me to run back! I may have been inclined in the past Now I’m likely to crack Gimme time and I’ll snap, Do you want that?! How the fuck can I forget you When you pull that shit? How the fuck can I forgive if you If you do that still? Did you expect I’d forget Flip, let it forgive That you could fuck with me, and I’d be like “cool, that’s it”. Fuck that You expect me change to don’t you Don’t leave if you know me I expected the same from you It’s gone be what it’s gone be But if you think I’ma wait for that Shit, I don’t know what I would say to that You expect me change to don’t you Don’t leave if you know me I want you back, I’d be lying if not Think about it every day, keep reminding me When we were spending time it’s getting easy Thinking time it had stopped Maybe that’s why I been focused on rewinding the clock I remember the first time, palms sweat Long breaths, confidence gone All stress blow it off, bet Settle in, you noticed my pace race And you told me not to worry; I’m in a safe place And I believed it, how stupid of me Thought I knew you, going back had you to a tee Foolish, I knew it’s stupid But the flow of it all Was throwing me off Screw it, refusing cupid I wrote you a lot, You started writing back Then slowly you stopped I got defiant asking You if you had noticed at all Brush it off, perfect Fuck a song, I’m concerned about the long run Cut another off, worth it I used to come to you relieving my stress As of late, you’ve been keeping me vexed I keep repeating myself, say I’m done What a lie though know it’s all a cycle So I’m stuck repeating the steps I’m an addict this habit is hard to break I’m cracking it’s falling, wait I’m starting to contemplate Our relationship Fuck the wait, I’ma take this shit Direct to your face, say what I’ve been saving in I give it all to you! Ever since we started this My confidence falling shit I fought for you! And promised we’d be better for each other I guess, we should acknowledge that you never really loved it So let’s, call it quits For good, like, all of this, good bye Would like just another night but we gotta end People see us go together and laugh Whatever, I never let em effect what we had

[Dimes] Martin Luther said peace, sometimes the little way is big though X said by any means, kill a nigga for Nintendo's We the people, they said, were created all equal Words written with the thought of mind that we ain't even people Man I don't even break the law, Except occasional, grass slate is naked boy But still I rate and all this ingrown hate is boiled To the brim and overflow Tears are tumbling, stomach rumbling, hungry for revenge and oh Well is what they tell me? Police are there to help me Tell me why I feel this fear, and those blue lights overwhelm me Why I sit up straight, clear my throat and speak as white as possible English major responsible for why I drop ebonics from My voice I lose some bass My dignity is stripped from me, stare at his blank face Sir can I see some identity? Put on that corporate smile, but got on the jay's and fitted Yeah just follow the instructions, pushing luck brings larger tickets If you could make it happen would you? Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think If you could make it happen would you? Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think His credentials, he's only spit on Misogyny Where does he fit in with lyrics that's not as hot as these Counterparts of his, cause Eedee there ain't no stopping he Dimes is on the come up, DGAF is in the driver seat Somewhere in the middle, he's a riddle, Edward Nigma Started when back to the topic set the canvas for the picture Of a kid with real potential, yet he didn't have a fixture Or the outfit of the outlet broke and left, there was a flicker All these schemes of something bigger, it's the pen that is my trigger Not to harm another person, but in hopes that it delivers The success that I envision, not in rapping but in scriptures Getting awards nominations, winning Oscar for my rigor But the worlds this heinous mixture, hate and spite creates the quitter Now the Christian sips his liquor, husband and wifey tries to hit her If the earth it turns against you, nothings new I guess it figures Sell your morals while it's thicker, America loves the sinner If you could make it happen would you? Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think If you could make it happen would you? Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think They hear the work, where the love at? They said you’ll make it with a catch, where the glove at? You either sacrifice your time, or your health In the end, all you’ll have is your rhymes and yourself Been at it for two years, we put in the wait Kevin Ware, Paul George, we’re looking for breaks Keep it cooking, I dream, you see the crooks run You know my mob deep; all I see is shook ones Treat a song like a cop, it’s robbery Cause honestly, I don’t need a reason for the beat, call me Rodney King In a position where I question myself Should I focus on the music or the message I dealt Check the catalogue; I was so eager to start I couldn’t back-up, hands up! Easy to guard Fast-forward I fast tracked, from boring To forming a crew, foreign to you, and never back tracked Black cap, hoodie black, like I caught a race charge Other rappers never see the race start, Ray Charles In the booth, where equality just isn’t the spot Cause we discriminate on writtens, what you spitting or not If it’s hot, and you killing it, we fucking with you But if it’s not, then it’s simple, get the fuck out the booth Keep it coming the truth spills, I’m mentally fragile Criminally crippled by the system I back down Where soldiers overseas are fighting people for hope Or so they tell us, and let us believe we’re leaving em though But starting wars without a reason isn’t feasible, so They keeping peace across the sea but couldn’t keep it at home See hypocrisy in that? Police probably do But instincts probably shoot ‘fore they call the kettle black Fuck it, I’ll stay in my lane Keep playing the game But someone’s taking the blame, when I snap and that’s it

(Verse 1) Different time zones, jet lag Is the least of my problems, Tonight’s show closed with a thud I guess that’s, a reason for caution Like I’d know, ain’t no reason to stop it All the venues stacked, pack to capacity Fans gathering rapidly for the sound check I continue past curfew, grappling fantasy Coming back to reality as the crowd rests Downsized on the circle of the click for control Stay reserved, signs tell ‘em I prefer it remote But when the spotlight shines, Mentality switch, a new persona For the gravity I’m grappling with I’m in a planet compatible with collapsing within Cause ain’t enough space capable of stopping Me from stopping myself, I need a jump Like a javelin spear To reach the bar that I set for myself And every track that I rip (Hook) Running circles past y’all The competition stiffens, no concern at all (run, boy, run) My only challenger lies within So even when I lose, shit it’s like I win (run, boy, run) If you could fit in these size twelves You’d know where I see myself, at Composed though to a degree, but I will lay the hammer If I have to, if I have to [Hook] (Verse 2) Being timid in real life, Face to face, I might wait ‘Fore I say some shit like “Aye baby sit tight, I’m cumming for ya brain In exchange do you think you could you maybe feel mine?” Insane but still shy, until I see mics, it’s like Greenlight, combine obscene minds With scenes wild, complete right up ‘til the credits hit I’m heaven sent but flow with the possession of devil shit Ya head’ll spin, exorcist I’m a locomotive on the road and Where I’m going I don’t know where the exit is I always saw this, as nothing but a hobby I guess Got my cadence right, delivery was faulty at best In two years, I practiced, three mixtapes All trash when I drop this classic Talk big, I’m a king with the crown Cause ain’t a single person capable of bringing me down, except me [Hook] (Bridge) I’m my own biggest fan On loan until they notice the plan I’m so close to achieving What I believe in, the secret is being Your biggest critic when know you the man (x2) (Verse 3) Yeah, I know I'm the man Half of Catastrophic and it's bad to have to want it Damn, you can't be offered, so I'll hold you to that I can't be offed till I hop in my coffin Fold my hands on my chest It feels as if I'm not as bothered as often As I thought as I'm bobbin' my head 1/28 Jamieson, you knew that already Throw up your hands like Em threw up spaghetti All over himself, and I'm over myself Put my hands on the wheel and simply hope for the best I know I'm a mess, holy shit, it's my fault It's clean up time, so blow the lid off the Pinesol Why call if you're gonna hang up? Why crawl if you're gonna stay fucked In the fetal position, knee deep in this bitch It makes sense that all I'll ever do is wade through

I can’t help but think When the last run comes, you peace out Indefinitely, neglect the people here And you’ll see how quick the tides turn, I’m talking ‘bout the red you see Better channel it, use it for good, all the panic isn’t Doing you good, between the should’ve or would There’s a million different ways to handle it So grab onto a handle and handle it, prove that you could ‘Cause when the dust settles, people know the fire will rise And from the wick of the flame, better light up the sky Looking up, all the stuff that you fear, is one wish Away from being what someone wanted to hear Open up, ‘fore you know it they’ gone look at ya funny Cause it’s hard to not judge a closed book by its cover And when you leave, and the sunlight smacks ya know You’re always welcome to come right back and so Tell me what you see (I just wanna see it) Tell me what I’ll be (but I just don’t believe it) Tell me what you think (I’ll try to keep a secret) Tell me I won’t leave (I’m gonna believe it) Shit is stupid you know, I spend a lot of time dwelling in past To figure out what I failed to get passed And with the truth being told, it doesn’t make sense To look back to find what the future will hold Fuck it, I’m putting blinders on And anybody got a problem with that? I’d rather write a song blind folded Tune the keys and zone out the beat is running With a jazz tinge, now I’m feeling how Stevie wonders Keep it coming; in the whip we cock snubs Riding front seat, playing clips, we shotgun My metaphors nice, keep a repertoire like Eleven dimes, I never even met a four, nine’s And up, only smash if the night is young And if not, girl I’m sorry but your time is up Time is money, any second I spend of my time’s 50 cents bitch, I’ma get rich or die tryin’ Tell me what you see (I just wanna see it) Tell me what I’ll be (but I just don’t believe it) Tell me what you think (I’ll try to keep a secret) Tell me I won’t leave (I’m gonna believe it) I know you wanna see it I promise when I’m leaving I’ll do it right, one time for you And two for me, together we could fuel the fire Light it up, I’m telling you when the time has come It’s go big or go home and I’d like for once To not chicken out, fuck feeling down Flipping out, in and out, driving home spitting loud Find a zone, whip around, switching lanes Pivot, bounce, hit the ground Fight the road, run the shit, pick it up, Pick a sound, climb the rope Mix it down, send it out Like it though, bitches pounce Shit is clowned, find the hope, fix it now Remix that, and I package it new And just like that, I got my rapping some views

If there’s a light out there, I’ma find it I’ma light it, if I strike out The times now, not a cloud in sight Ninety Nine down the turnpike Turn right, around the light I’ve come home, people I ain’t talked to In like two months hit me up Tryna front so I guess I’m doing something right In my life, being blunt though I feel like I’m a symbol, just waiting on the drum roll I feel it bout to happen man Any minute I’ma snap again Shut the lights off, Get the mood right, in the moon light I spark when the nights dark Then I get into a zone and forget Where I was going but I’ll know When I get up on the road I end up going home And the fam knows Fuck it, if I ever kick the bucket Then I wanna see the band roll, HANDS UP Treat tonight like it won’t end Roll up and roll out with yo friends Put ya hands in the air, let the wind arrive And let loose, to feel like you was still alive Treat tonight like it won’t end Roll up and roll out with yo friends Put ya hands in the air, and you’ll feel alive And you’ll know how I’ll feel when I will arrive Who am I to hold a grudge, I know I’ve fucked up, got to own it bruh, Won’t grow if you don’t own up to the onus Fuck, I know it’s dumb, But I just wanna know what’s love? I know crushing sucks but so what I’m stuck And won’t budge till I blow, but fuck I’m so slow to catch on, I’m taking the latch off, to open up I’m coming home, let’s make it a classic I feel it bout to happen man Any minute I’ma snap again Shut the lights off, Get the mood right, in the moon light I spark when the nights dark Then I get into a zone and forget Where I was going but I’ll know When I get up on the road I end up going home And the fam knows Fuck it, if I ever kick the bucket Then I wanna see the band roll, HANDS UP Treat tonight like it won’t end Roll up and roll out with yo friends Put ya hands in the air, let the wind arrive And let loose, to feel like you was still alive Treat tonight like it won’t end Roll up and roll out with yo friends Put ya hands in the air, and you’ll feel alive And you’ll know how I’ll feel when I will arrive

I’ve been tryna keep my head straight Keep grinding till my death date, check mate Life wins, I think about feeling scared And the limited time I’m living this life and suddenly I feel prepared The will is there, for sure, got my game tight Tell myself every single day when I make rhymes That I’m great, right, but this stage fright Hitting in my brains like a train tryna derail my strange mind Take time, they say, but late nights Replace time spent feeling confident if I fail I, Would be another statistic, how tragic to find He sounds like every other underground rapper alive But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming Time will tell, yada yada and so forth The voice in my head’s like “Never give up” But it’s expensive as fuck to be a rapper bruh So I’ll pack it up, lackadaisical life And on the side maybe jot the occasional rhyme But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming Time will tell, yada yada and so forth   As of now, I haven’t hit the real world, yet Still in class fucking around, I still don’t get That responsibility, of leading a fam And paying bills so I figured that I’ll dream while I can See the stars set, wanna take flight but fall, yep It’s far-fetched, so I’m like a dog, stretch Branch out, heart, flesh and hard head March on, fighting with these birds, the Hawks get Nothing I’ll talk when, I stop balling, I’m blowing this year Marshawn Lynch, you know why I’m here Mock y’all when I’m flowing this here I wrote what I feel, and hope I get noticed this year Closing the deal, is something I ain’t mastered yet Spill my soul from a cliff like I’m Jagged Edge What you get is genuine, me Listen, I’m real as can be Still they don’t feel I compete But my skill in the skillet is bubbling I’m rupturing the shit in my spleen To show you blood, sweat and tears, it goes into the dream The rigor I feel it and live it, I reveal it in schemes This isn’t for you, this music is admission for me But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming Time will tell, yada yada and so forth The voice in my head’s like “Never give up” But it’s expensive as fuck to be a rapper bruh So I’ll pack it up, lackadaisical life And on the side maybe jot the occasional rhyme But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming Time will tell, yada yada and so forth There’s a long list of fuck you’s Waiting to drop, whether I make it or not, I’ll make it up to Everyone that ever believed me, that took the chance And shook my hand with cash when I’m selling my CD From Take root, to take two, on take three I break free and make moves forward to chase dreams Alaska huh? If that’s the path, extract the funds And travel back with an album done In my mind I’m number one, topping the charts I mean my pen game’s tight, like you’re locking me up My skills aim high, like I’m propping a gun I will take flight, or drop with a thud But I will not refrain from touring the World till exploring it gets me on Sportscenter Or with a chart topping, heart stopper Bar dropper, once I’m out Fuck being underground, I’ma live above it now But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming Time will tell, yada yada and so forth The voice in my head’s like “Never give up” But it’s expensive as fuck to be a rapper bruh So I’ll pack it up, lackadaisical life And on the side maybe jot the occasional rhyme But I – keep grinding, cliché rhyming Time will tell, yada yada and so forth

Lately I been on my grind Part time scholar gunning for the top, this is columbine You hard of hearing or partly blind? I sense I’m gonna make it, the haters are calling lies, stop denying A prophet I only profit when signing the dotted lines I’m crossing em when I rhyme, so stopping at dollar signs Is not a feasible option for me, To see a possible dream, and take the reasons I started And flip it all for the cream Been flipping off from the jump, like a trampoline Scrambling off to pass again, Am I rambling? Fantasy baller Like I’m Colin Kaepernick Taking over with the start, you could call me catalyst When I’m charging, that is it Stay in ya lane Or feel the wrath of a small Caucasian with aim Dogs blatantly crazed -- I let them get buried Then host the fucking funeral at pet cemetery From rotten to rocking the grave, place your bets …I bring a new meaning to the grateful dead When you face your maker you gone face regret But facing me is a challenge they can’t wait to end When you start you’ll find, this game’s a bitch All bark, no bite till the chains are spent The fame, the rich owned by the labels, feels Like everything you’ve ever made’s a constraint against Creativeness, I’d be fake to call it a trap Cause in honesty, I would trade it all for a chance Waiting off on the sideline, my guard is the bench Stopping’s so easy, but starting’s a bitch Call him a prince, fresh like I’m Carlton, dang Or call him a Smith, ‘cause Will’s not a part of the Banks Pardon my French, I don’t wanna bother with dates I gotta admit, I’m thinking how that body look naked It’s obvious your hobby isn’t caution, I’m thinking That you want it too, I was just cocky to say it Well pardon me, darling you gotta see If I’m talking a little slow its cause I had recent partial lobotomy So it’s a no brainer, if you’re watching then follow me And if you get offended I am not for apologies Looking for compassion, I’ll stalk my friends Hanging out is fun, ask Robin Williams It’s not a shot, rather a slot he’s filling Like it’s a new movie, cause his part was killer My wordplay terrific The verse takes a minute To comprehend the verbs, wait to finish And I’ma stay committed And diminish what you spitting To the point where every other song you make, is crickets Man this tape’s a body 2015, For Sale is dropping