I started in the game
On the grind and I still am
All of it off the sweat on my back without a deal manSpit it real,
And treat em like protected areas in Alaska
Cus they about to know the drill manSo fuckin illy that
I got to pop a pill again Adderall,
XR 20 or 30 milligramsGotta stay focused in the land of opportunity
Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at meGrew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher
All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writersRegardless of my fuckin heritage and nationality
I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me
Rapping rapidly ain't nobody be lapping me
Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of meAn alcoholic but fuck it homie I'd rather be
Liquored up not giving a fuck and living lavishlyOn the go hard diet I burn calories
Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you seeI've lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me
Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest seaToss me on an island like fuckin Survivor casted me
And still I'll make it back and make every hater a casualtyRunning Connecticut shouts to my homie Apathy
And shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to beSuccessfull in one way or an other cus grammatically
They know no one could fuck with my metaphorical masterpieceGot the fuckin Grim Reaper coming after me
The good die young someone show me where the casket be
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or atleast until I dieAin't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you triedNobody fuckin with my flow man
Modern day Conan swords swinging in both handsHip hop is all I know man dank
Bitches to Chronic 2001 motherfuckin Slow JamKeep grinding til the day that Webby holds the belt
Make my haters sit the fuck down Franky RooseveltWith that polio flow homie I'm dope as hell
Captain of my movement and I'm treating all of my soldiers wellMy fans know I won't give rhyming a rest
And I mean that, from the left side of my chestI got heart, so all you motherfuckers step your game up
Me with a microphone is like Bob Ross with a paint brushAll you lame fucks getting pummeled from the waist up
I don't need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid upShane Mosley with punches fuckin your face up
Eating at roofs Chris now let me raise the stakes upI keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or atleast until I dieAin't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you triedI keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or atleast until I dieAin't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
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