[Verse]

Three mixtapes, I ain't even in college yet

Throw a grenade and not even acknowledge it

Buy an impala and polish it, fall in a pile of shit

Take my spit, put it in a vile and try to extract my style from it

I don't wanna be in the same pile

As everyone else in the game aisle

I wanna spit insane, spewin' shit from my brain, miles

Away from the day, I will be thought of as great, style's

Unique, sleek, only a sneak peek

But I'm weak, my pipe has sprung a leak

"But at least I don't drink lеan, check my file, I'm clean!"

Littlе old mean me, not seeing

Like leaves on a tree, I'll fall, but I'll grow back tall

And show you all, rather I gotta burst through a wall

Or crawl, I'll be the first to the mall

To buy a new chain with my check

And you can put it on my neck

Bet, I'm a soon to be vet-eran

Veteran, who are you better than?

Competitors get a sedative, severin' several arteries

The "seven eleven" part of me, wants to stay in an apartment

Bang for the buck, the bargain blinds me to logic

Lethargic, yet my objective remains the same

I must make a name for myself

Don't care about the fame or the wealth

M'kay, a little payment could help

Going insane, never felt so energized

To write rhymes but then save it, and shelf

Fuck doin' that shit, I'm goin' bat shit over every beat

Newer fashion, I'll get to blastin' and I'll never flee

It's my passion, if I helped your ass, then can expect a fee

Lightin' the gas, then I fuckin' crash in, ain't expectin' me

Let's look at my tool kit, got so many cool tools

I empty a full clip, then leave you like blue's clues

It's nifty, my new shit, it's groovy but leaves bruise

Bitch toothy, she blew it, and left me with tooth grooves