k k kato on the track bitch yo everybody want to be a god everybody want to be a deity everybody want to cling on to the earth nobody want to break free of the mental jail that is meant to jail what the lower side of your potential self whatever sent you there will extend and pale it can perish into your eventual hell failed nothing is special they press you they stress you they force you to give up and follow it rappers they bicker and beef all for nothing they fight with eachother like catholics and protestants seven extra books aggression cooks and no one expects to look underneath what is known to the streets until its blown out of proportion like a portrait that i paint trapped in a quaint little hold and the rich where the skinny niggas die and you can t fly out of the cage until i stepped on the stage and i let my emotions comply confide with a similar sentiment to the spirit that was given to independent mind frame niggas claiming that they willing to ride and sacrifice any vice my advice get out my frame they just keep rapping about money and bottles and models and mottos and hallows and how they just copped a new yacht and a grottos but what does it worth if you shallow how do you swallow and bury the truth living out your life vicarious through me but that s meaningless niggas keep dreaming this thinking they can be sharing this too i intern when it s inferred that i m in first til i immerse than they inverse what has been purged on a large scale auction and sell another lost soul that they can pimp worst worst case is the worst eight minutes spent on a couple new songs in the first place that you never should have listened to this is what we different do people talk about it want to limit you living with a little bit of a chip on my shoulder they really want me to slow it but i m focused on my in game if you really think about it every stage i was doubted but the faith in my self it was ingrained every cell every membrane every failure i sustain i been dealing with a lot of adversity but my lyric diversity got me judged in a whole another light let me explain what another might do they get claps and praise do the same get attacked with a match and blaze passion plays a part my detach from craze niggas tryna drag me into a trap they laid give a fuck about your accolades acts of rage spit into a bastard s face bash his face leave him with an aftertaste a massive case of being pissed off cause i m past his pace1