putting my life on this lined paper if rhymes could kill you i d have my listeners sign wavers my mind s in a position for fitting any design while i m climbing up every inch on a ladder reaching my prime i m finding inspiration in dimes that i ve been chasing not the ones with titties i m talking coins with silver faces i might go inside the matrix dodge your bullets fighting angels and it s all because of a pill and i wasn t afraid to take it i m skilled beyond the basics my meal ticket is real if you feel it then play it my rhyme scheme is one in a mill i m building a dynasty and making diamonds in my hands like jigga fans so ain t no denying me i ve been eyeballing the pioneers trying to hear what they re saying in my ear while i m still looking forward to where i steer i bet a deal would try to veer me off my path but i laugh at my adversaries while riding over the grass my past wasn t extravagant from traveling to different homes wishing that i had a family to call my own i m holding in all my thoughts while i got my mother on hold scared to ask her about the things that she dodged and never told she s getting a little older and moving a little slower but the future s looking bright and i promised her i would show her the diamond though on my shoulder is bigger than any chips so just know that i hold you down much tighter than any grip there ain t a bitch that could ever come between us i give em penis like a pendulum i swing at the sun and then right back to venus the meanest on any beat but i m always looking the cleanest even at 4 feet i m nothing short of a genius seeing all of the possibilities i conclude that the option of being obsolete is what i refuse i make music til i m decrepit and use it like an infection i m lupus with any weapon my fuse will blow any second and boom there goes my head again someone pass me a sediment fuck it i m all out so i m using you as my medicine cause therapy is scared of me gave them my information now they cause they never met a patient to compare to me my father is a criminal my mother s on crack but god got me he never let it take me off track my family s been separated we barely talk on the phone and i became an only child i never felt so alone but i smile cause through all of this i mma make something out of my situation and i ain t afraid of nothing no bluffing to fake you and no discussion of limitations debating i m fucking tired of waiting i ruined my best relationship messing with other girls all i gave her was heartbreak when i shoulda gave her the world and now my heart aches when i see us with other people my girl could tell me she love me i know we ll never be equal the people i surround myself with are my heart and i would pour it out for them if they were thirsty or parched i almost tore it out when i heard she was living with ace so in the back of my mind i m steady counting the days i m amazed how i ve been keeping my composure when i m sober opening up my life when i should be looking for closure i wish that i could open up a knife to cut my soul out to give it to y all to walk in my shoes without the game is closing i ll be a heater for when it s cold out just waiting on the day i ll be praying that i can hold out the book of my life the worst chapter s bout to close out my brain throw out finally got to open up thank you for the permission you don t like it i ain t mad i m just glad you gave it a listen to a nigga who raps for the lack of better descriptions just tryna play a position like that i was born with a porn mustache and an order to fuck the world up more than a mormon orgy with ornaments made to make a third wife horny i m in my third life my father swung his third strike and it landed him in the pen without a high five or a handshake i pray his brain escapes to be found on a landscape where his ground is worshipped his cape and his crown is purchased with love digesting every sentiment like m m s out of peanuts it s evident that he s nuts brain spilling but who they gon call for the cleanup i m just waiting on my beam up like the enterprise is a metaphor for heaven and scotty was a reverend from the old testament testing the men asking em questions about lazarus passing the answers back on to the master i m like zero but more nappy i m more happy than i ve ever been my hesitance was the reason i settled into this residence of evil but ain t no zombie killing my hobby it s catching i m probably in your lobby up on the cypher catching a body or doing an ollie a flip trick my whole squad is full of misfits i hope god is feeling this shit cause the devil got his foot on the pedal right hand on the stick shift wood grain like gipetto tryna meddle like fred no limp bizkit or scooby doo you couldn t shag me if i was austin my power s awesome put my against yours it ll dent yours i m flossing such a young man with an old soul i made a couple fans off of a couple road shows i m tryna brighten my future to make sure that my soul glows that s why i write like novelists and hustle harder than lobbyists my hobby is my ticket out all i gotta do is stick it out like selfie sticks i m a healthy fit for your playlist i done played this hunger game a long time ago i m haymich i ll be a tribute for my own district my whole jersey i made sure my words hold sturdy even when your faith is loose like biggie wife i ll shake the truth out of this culture and post up like i m supposed to things will never be the same i can t wait til they see my name blaque keyz on every poster1