[Verse: Braidz]

I guess i'll take it in stride

Been With Kendricks bitch she’s changing my vibe

Got em thinking B's gee i'm barely staying alive

Been Kicking it with Chronos I’ve been playing with time

While I'm waiting for a turn but the tables aligned

Faking a smile's lately disguised my greatest divide

That I think i'm done with rap, I should break or retire

The album burnt dough like a bakery fire

And I don't feel that emotion so don't pray for my kind

Not fitting in the scene 'cause these Rappers hate my attitude

Trying to build a network when my anger ain't compatible

Brother seems to imitate slamming trees and bashing dudes

Made me start to think that my family’s impacted too

Docs refuse to listen think there’s cancer in my back my dude

The boy crying wolf will be the man that stabs the animal

When it comes to bitches I be acting like I've had a few

I’m Luda watching black mirror banter-snatch then act a fool

The album was for capitol so this should be my lower case

Been going through a roman phase, opened gates to Trojan plays

Was studying the scene just to notice late the photo's fake

So now i'm with the smoke 'til they start toting Braidz a protege

Say my engine colder strange - Still ain’t in my motorway

Call me black matter couldn't see me in an open space

Keep debating giving up and y'all think that i'm joking ay?

I wrote this shit in forty-eight but feel like its my closing case

Tried to make some happy songs don't want you all to know my state

Been going loco lately, maybe I don't even know who's mates

Maybe its the paranoia, What am i supposed to say

When homie makes some stowaways that I could never show 'em straight

Said i had some competition, opposition grown on Braidz

Bet i'd see you two now like going to see Bono play

Miss me with your biggest hits id beat you with my throwaways

Mowgli from The Jungle Book boy, I don't wanna know no snake

Know my change overpaid, i'm tryna' fix up the balance

Without ending back at hospital in schizo apparel

Take every time i whine and throw it into a barrel

And then Sell it to these people who ain't here for my status

Don't want to know me as a person, just my rhythm and ballads

I Remember back in school they found it weird i was rapping

Now i'm with em on that shit but i feel that i'm trapped here

Living in a dybbuk box my spirits been captured

My friends have been begging me to pick up the packet

And go back to the zombie meds' and skip on my passion

Since they make my creative side fickle and scattered

But I don't think that I should, with prescriptions i panic

That i'm out for any vice, I'll turn back into an addict

Since you can trip from Olanzapine and bricks of Avanza

And I ain't proud to say I think my liver's been damaged

From the Whiskey and Daniels 'cause now i drink like my dad did

How'd I get into this pattern, as a kid I was happy

At this rate i'm going by my 60's like nanny

Hit the bricks and just vanish, like "It's wizardry, Harry"

But i'll cast some death spells before this ministry bans me

A lot of dudes isn't impacting - their Image is rapping

Since lyrics and patterns turned to needing gimmicks to grab em

How can we steal the scene back from these industry camera's

'Cause now they'll back a dope cunt once he's got cricket apparel

That ain't a diss to Chill, chill, y'all so quick to attack me

Don't see me play my cards before i switch to my trap deck

All i'm trying to say is if you spit and your rap's fresh

Then you should get acknowledged for it - simple as that shit

Stable work's been hard to find, if i had cash bet

My roll-outs would be bigger than the Michelin-man thing

All these gigs get my ego tripping its bad that

I'm like Trump meeting Kim Jong - I wig on advancing

Living embarrassed but be acting like i'm actually strong

Poke emcee's for beef like some battle rapping cattle prod

Deep down i'd rather eat some Panamax and smash the grog

Self harm don't cut it - I've been lashing at the cats I love

Fact is that I've had enough, I struggle with the terms bro

They come to me for gigs but couldn't come at me for words though

Man I never wanted buzz, just puzzle pieced these turnt flows

So no matter if i'm buttered up, my honey be on burnt toast

Should up and leave just turn ghost - id rather leave a demon 'cause

I could haunt these rappers when i'm busting beats through Ouija boards

Punks I've never seen before now sucking teeth when Liam talks

New wave could be Jedi cops you cunts could still not see my force

Keep to talking but won't rap, I know they're scared to come at me

Since they've seen my hustle knowing bro's prepared to run the scene

Should expose these heads I know who've grown to care for currency

I'm feeling that it's fake all this overbearing love i see

They all trashed my name 'til it could help 'em get further

Wanna see me live now used to vouch for my murder

Tryna' help me succeed, they were drowning the dirt, buds

Treat me like a king, and think the crown ain't deserved, but

Those cowards the worst one, these rappers are pests

They'll Back stab you to death, if you were actual men

You'd Practice and test the wrath of my pen and have my respect

But i'm a waterboard the way my punches tap 'em to death

Now my madness has set, it ain't new to me this evil brain

The only thing that's new is that these dudes are seeing Liam break

Burning off that ethanol, the truth is you don't peep the flame

Judge me off my cover that's why you won't ever see my page

Few won't get to breath if Braidz just did what he wanna

That's why I keep to myself and try to hit marijuana

Still every now and then you'll catch me slip on the powder

Guess deep down I didn't wanna quit i just had too!

Nowadays its like I've got a brittle bong I smash it bro

Memory fading daily in the middle of an action stoned

If I had the money id be hitting wax and racking coke

Its never been my destiny to sit upon a shattered throne

Move to reach the top - so I shimmy on the ladder, know

I'd lyrically embarrass folk with singalongs and dance-y flows

Reppin' fuck subs while hiding riddles on the tracks I spoke

'Cause I don't wanna do it, plus don't think that they could handle bro

Kids have got that sandwich flow, 'bout the bread but little else

Claim they're for community, outta here, i really doubt

Treat gigs like an hour sex - how these emcees spit and bounce

All i hear em saying's that they're down 'til death so kill yourself!

Reel em out, Caught em slipping with the end of my line

Got everybody tripping since they went at me blind

So now you're all beefing, been ahead of my time

Guess I had to shake it first - ain't test my pen in a while

Ain't left my den in a while, now this scavengers hungry

Fake i'm down then kill these bitches like I'm hanging with Bundy

Been noticing who's real from picking patterns apart g

Saw their drive can't compare - like passenger car seats

Heard along the lines that some faculty's barred me

'Cause the homie's known to get a little manic and nasty

Won't have a choice once these xanny rappers have carked it

And i'm smoking J's daily - like their annual budget

Where there's ammo I'm blasting, I just had to find my gun

To throw some shots in the air since i believe the line was passed

I wanted to be family court, best believe I've tried to love

But if i'm being real there's times these rappers had me crying cunt

Lost jobs for these promotions guess you'd say it got me fired up

And now they're gonna get to see me raw just like a lion does

We're going rawer than a metal scene chick when she's typing stuff

It's me or them somebody's time is up, It's the Final Cut...