Pen to the pad, consistent lyric alteration

Flipping through these beats till one defines what causes procreation

Insatiable desire to prove that it was worth the patience

Pain in the duration kinda feels like vain motivation

See if I’m driven by the Beemer, Benz and Bentley

By design what i find is lots of scheming friends and feeling empty

And really i don’t need you shooting with me in the gym

Just don’t expect to pop the bottles with me like you helped me win

See I’ve always been kind of a loner

But I’m giving you my heart i got the mind of a donor

Of the rhymes I’m the owner, love em like My Sharona

But not everyone will bump em in their rider like Winona

But its cool tho, i ain't mad at you I’m like Derulo

Riding solo but the motto is the sentence is a pseudo

See i fabricate in various combinations of vowels and consonants

Drowning in compliments of those who frowning on my accomplishments

Im grounded by my confidence in my common sense to comprehend

I contradict my promises to be a conduit I’m a complicit like confluence

Flow on top of the beat like I’m a condiment

Don’t mean to condescend it ain't pretend that i demolish it

But anyways lets get back to the matter at hand

Like a battering ram my goals shattering my plans

The question is what is the reason for my afflatus

I feel like an ignoramus cuz I’m embarrassed to have to ask me this

See I’m the happiest when my possessions aren’t the flashiest

And I’m an activist with the aggression of a pacifist

So many classicist antagonist cuz I’m an arriviste

And like a fantasist I’m taking glances, Basilisk

So all i see is death, but that keeps me inspired

Can't be enticed by the crafty heart in harlots attire

Yeah it’d be nice to be banging hard and starting the choir

But ill be smart and harden my guard instead of sparking the fire

It’d be insane cuz i got a ride or die in the frame

But brothers wouldn’t blame cuz they know they all be feeling the same

Im scared of fame cuz if all of these dames call my name

Then it could culminate that i pollinate like its common place

And do i feel like i got something thats so great to say

That’d it’d be worth my own demise I’m vapor and i fade away

Wearing Nikes and scoring J’s like Mikes fadeaway

I hear the 808 forget to pray for Him to save the day

Maybe its safe to say I’m not cut out to pave the way

Maybe its safe to say I’m not cut out to pave the way

I hear the 808 forget to pray for Him to save the day

Ill roll the dice and play the game i hope its not in vain