[Verse One]

Yo, visualizing the realism of life and actuality

You have to love or think or at least have the right mentality

But in reality, Chief just steady on a mission

Decipher my vision, write it all in this composition

Ain’t no competition, just listen, follow the rhythm

Flow’s come with some itching, just put yourself in position

In addition, it helps if you ain’t spitting fiction

Be lifted and never getting conflicted with decisions

But even though I’m right, it’s like I’m in a fight with myself

In the light, trying to follow my advice with my pen in my hand

And I’m staring at this book and I’m shook

Should I write the verse or the hook?

I let the music feel my veins and my heart just pumps

I try to stand like a tree but I still get stumped

In a slump ‘cause now I got nothing to say for the ending

So I’m dumped right back to where I was in the beginning

[Hook]

What do I say? What do I write? What do I say? What do I write?

What do I say? What do I say? What do I write? What do I write?

What do I say? What do I write? What do I say?

[Verse Two]

Yo, I brainstorm as I look in my heart ‘cause I heard the beat

And I ain’t know where to start, I understand, ain’t no rushing the art

But you’ll never make it to your destination if you never depart

And I had a lot of time for completing this

Know a lot of people will be peeping this but for now, I’m insecure

And the reason is they always seems to put you on a petri dish

And analyze each and every word and compare your verse and your life’s work

To every rapper that they ever heard, I see why love is such a heavy word

‘Cause you may love teaching but you’re only measured by how many learn

That’s why I gotta get this verse out ‘cause lyrically

I’m better than my insecurities and worst doubts

And I say there’s no stopping me but that’s all in my head

‘Cause writer’s block is still blocking me

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Emilio Rojas]

I don’t even write anymore, I just go write and record

To take the pressure off and then I’m my worst critic

So ain’t shit that you can say to me that I never said before

And I don’t gotta prove shit, yeah, I write of the anger, abusive

And leave the paper with bruises, black and blue ink

I draw blood and it’s red, the ink stains, they brains after the guns to the head

Inspired by pain but I’m quiet, abstain, the fans hate when I’m quiet

And that’s why I get drained, sometimes I wish I never get inspired again

But that would mean bye, bye to the game and I don’t want that

Enough of the debt, had enough of respect

I’mma buy random houses with publisher checks

Yeah, the flow recorded is that of a poet laureate

It’s even though the story hasn’t come to me yet so let’s go baby

[Hook]