[Verse 1: Difference]

Back into action, straight attraction in rapping, no attachments, he’s lacking, wordplay so fire, a dragon. Like, I’m not even mad, men. I grab a pen, start laughing, start jotting quotes, in hopes that they flow, and I get some credit. Harder than, I’ve said it, multiple times, so think back in my rhymes, use your mind to finish the line, I think I lost mine. Like most of the worlds hopes and dreams, the days are grey and it seems, I play for my own team, I’m all alone. But it’s frequent when I see this, Often lost and I can’t even feel pissed, I can’t believe it. Still too high to understand my surroundings, they found me where the clouds be, claimed I had been drowning, myself. The rapper known for leaving welts, belongs up in a cell, mental state went to hell, and I went with it. I guess you’d say I prefer a Deadline fitted, admit it, this kid is like a Chronicle from Riddick. Bars keep me lifted, high, how have you been? Well, I’ve lost my mind in this world that I’m dying in, suicide is my friend, I guess this is the end, drown demons, ha, I’ve known we could swim

Everyone is like “Yeah George, you're rapping fine”, but that’s the thing, I hear that shit like all the time, I’m lemon mixed with lime, I guess I’m kinda sick, especially cuz I started from scratch, Wasn’t provided shit. This is my time, that’s it, truthfully shining bitch, Im gonna rise above your lies and change the climate it’s the rap dragon, spitting fire and hashing lots a blunts, then laughing at all you used out has been's and punks, deceitful much?

It’s not fair, it’s just lame, but either way I'm still very embarrassed to say. I ever cared, shouldn’t have shared the shit that was on my plate, You lost a good person, promise that, I’ve said some words, yes it hurts, but they aren’t coming back. Oh, you think because you hurt me, now I’m done with rap? Shit boo, you got me fucked up, never would drop the love that I have for the craft, you dumb fuck. He’s here, the evil, possessed demon of hip-hop, dreams coming, so lift off, frequently I drift off, I spit words bigger than Rick Ross. Or at least his thigh and gut, I’m a dickhead rhyming up on some lying stuff, Have I erupt? I feel the molten, dope, across the coast, up on a boat, we flowing, let it keep snowing, I’m showing you. I will create a legacy, Its as dope a food, so while I’m touring, you’ll be snoring, I ain’t close to you, You’ll be crying and you’ll be whining like I know its true, but he was your mistake, no love is going through