(Verse 1)

Used to have the skinnies with the camo

Mess around and you can get dismantled

Got a damsel in distress I'm the phantom of the set

Off the border lines mortified ammo at ya vest..

Have you lost your melon but you can't elope the press

Standing over depths so you handed him a canon pulled the damage out the breath never man enough to step

It's hard to keep it moving when there sand inside the desk

So they handed me a writer

Man y'all must be tripping I be Ramsey with the fire

And I cannot be inspired when the answers be inside him

I just put in work that make an athlete retire

As fast as he's enlightened

He be back into the streets waste his life always fighting

With the hype man by him like a devil and an angel

Just tryina see the life but if got several different angles

That motion picture CeQuenCe it be better than ya cable

With the wriggles life having more extras than the flavours

Had to keep my cool on had to check if it's enabled

Cause these people on my back know I would never love a hater

Straight from the feet

The place where them lames try to aim for your team

Just chasing a dream

With a pocket full of wonders got a ace out my teeth

And some really bad influence that I payed out to eat

(Hook)

And I just wanna tell you that in sorry

Sorry but you gonna have to bring to Maury

And I just wanna say that in sorry

If i was ever rude to my mommy

I'm gandhi(x4)

My soul animal just might be a new rari vroom

(Verse 2)

Results came back and they say that I'm raw

*gunshot*

Shh forget what you saw

We be steadily wilding with no limits at all

If I keep on spitting fire need a dentist involved

And in getting it off

A genocide happens when ripping the bars

The kids godly flow be uplifting you scars

Just pure silence got hit with a bomb

Used to dream like a kid now it's visions of war

A struggle through life what I'm living it for

To end up on the streets or a prison with force

If you are what you eat blacks are chickens and corn

So stand up and finish course

Imma kid with a chore who be picking the chords out you internal organs force them when it comes to the game I'm an orphan

When it comes to the game I the orphan

Summon out demons from portal to eat on your skin

I'm just kidding in tweaking a visual genius

Who spitting the rhymes that got plenty of meanings

That are hidden are deep in and hissing at weaklings

If you listen my missions to be on the top

And to live what in seeing my visions of the end

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Used to have the skinnies with the beaters

Cause we grew up in the city with sleepers

And the pretty little keepers having me feeling like a demon

Rebuilding up the team cause in feeling I achieve

When in looking up and see that there's no ceilings on the dream I'm feeling I'm the realist takes a million to compete

Said the hills couldn't even breathe if they looking up to me

Looking down on me you best be putting a crown on me

With no time to be a downer....