my friends tell me i think too much think too much of myself that im selfish and i drink too much i keep too much to myself and i sink too much into myself but thats how the raps get tough they say my raps be so good because i m thinking ahead my raps be so good because if i think it you re dead ain t no ratfinkin i m rapscattin tobacco road blacking backpack clappin round of applause for the kid we was scrapping at wendy s watching them fight after school between nuggets and fries yeah we was acting a fool before they toted the tools fists decided disputes i m reminiscing cuz my homeys dying and they played by the rules so this diploma won t save me i m still hoping it will i m plotting on peace maybe a couple of mills i find solace in knowing i kill production at will feeling good feelin great this the return of the real know youre gonna take those ls and fall behind gonna try your best then break sometimes and i know it hurts but well be fine cuz the sun is still gon shine is it the master plan or the master s plan i don t know i m legitimately asking man lately life seems to be dealing me those cassius hands and lord knows my hands are looking cashless probably a little ashy but my palms itching psalms stitching tall tales in my mind that i cant quite shake i got memories that i cant quite face if im not running the game i might just set the pace im ivy sole no wax all my blemishes bare with my innocence in tact i swear my vision was clear i was surfing the internet wishing venice was here i was bouncing like checks hoping them bitches would clear and it was fear that kept me from using my voice like i should and it was fear that kept me from mic that s no good in 2015 i took the ls back to back had to break from the music now it s back to that 
['alternative r&b', 'escape room', 'north carolina hip hop']