(Intro)

This is for all my niggas in the struggle

This is some real shit

(Verse 1)

I came to create a plan, learned what i earned and see how the steaks are in, all these plates in bins, man my life has been a waste

The pen is what i need to use to lower the steaks again, see brothers doing a line of a school they were staying in

I can see what it feels like to be a loser and tired of life playing games man we in a place of flames cause

What thе hell is going on

I need to rethink, fore' i lеt the drug have it's strong lace again

I may condemn all my thoughts which glorifies links of sin

(Verse 2)

Emcee in the booth and I just

Came to speak the truth, my rhymes are

Speaking the proof, RIP to a lost legend to

You my guy

You Mather in Marshall's life

I kinda feel like a psych cause like a book

I read my mind

Underground isn't feeling any kind of life it's killing me in the inside

I think I'll loose a fight soon

I'll be up outta here with the booth attire full of Goldmind's merchandise with a tire next to the mic use a bike

While i write two pages of rage and let it out like i took a spoon out my rhyme book

Abuse the pen to an extent, and a tenth of me isn't even you at your ninth

(Verse 3)

So excuse the fight I'm a put with the mic

One word is always first of the use of strikes, slashing dykes

With a sword combined with a fife to make an ultimate beat down

Which will prove a easy win to I

(Verse 4)

Don't like murder but i will commit it when i choose to end a life

I want to be different and i want to be alive but things can get harder when times are getting tired

Call me Michael Meyers, Halloween is getting sleepy, like hallow took a bunch of weed and split it in half cause

What They Gon' Say is mean and im still sleeping ya'll poking me

Is messing with me man

So please, damn it, i need you to leave me be

(Verse 5)

Ya'll think i fell off and lost it, i probably never lost when i got every song its

A long journey something im gonna call it

Get the mindset right if you wanna wrong it

Ya'll quit trying to be on my balls its getting small

So just eat out my palm bitch, dog i wanna go all

List a bunch bars i won't rip and im all in i just want to call jeff

And just drop it cause im not appalling

Like a flower, i want to blossom but flossing in between the faults like the pipes were my teeth

In the stall with a pink floss ready to go back and forth

Faster than a blink cause i think all this gangster rap is water man its

Freaking weak

(Verse 6)

At least not every rhyme don't rap about a gun

You have or a mili 9, i mean 9 mili, can't even pronounce it

Right cause these cheesy rhymes think they got it with beef your right

Uh, Cause your only cooking up trash to a G igh

You don't kill nobody not even the beat and i can't lie

I do listen to street but i can't stand all of the weak gun

Rhymes they use every week and try make it blow

But its peak is 9k, like nanomake just beats alright

So i don't need this motherfucking peace cause i can get no motherfucking piece of life

(Verse 7)

Trying to live it at a full and still can't even hold a gun and will never become a G.O.A.T

This drill got me cooking beats up in the grill

Maybe kill a 'lil 'mount of kids and run away or escape inside a boat, i thrill MJ and till the day me and the grim reap chill

I'd have to kill Dr. Phil and the rest of the patients he ain't doing well

Like a pit of water making a bucket in basketball

The baller of rap is here

I got them on a pill, cause this court I'll shoot up

Fill an entire round inside the judge

3 points for hitting him with some shells, have bullets

Propel off his skull and tap his friends

Got some tales to tell, compare haters to Del

Cause the rednecks got blast in their heads. (haha)

(Shotgun shot)