[Intro]

Yeah

Heads in the clouds

Rawest form

Calm ‘fore the storm

[Verse 1]

They know that I be fucking raw, I never needed any rubber (no rubber)

That’s like me when spitting songs as I’m a demon undercover (undercover)

So many that could relate and I’m eager to get their love

I’ve been fiending way more than months for a reason to give a fuck

I’ve been down, you could call it luck, I’m afraid ‘cause I’m feeling numb

Ain’t been able to catch a buzz and it’s taking away the fun

I could call myself number one but I don’t as a rule of thumb

I’m a guy that loves all his guns and I’m secretive on the hunt (what?)

That’s a warning to all you cunts, I could clear you sissies and punks

If I squeeze the Glock, it’s a rush, if I aim, guess you better duck (boom)

The attempt can be done at once, you’re a failure like Donald Trump

Ain’t gon’ bitch but I had it rough so don’t blame me like you the judge (nope)

Not the witness to lack of love or the scars that I hide like cuts (what?)

Or the folks that just wanna jump in my life and then bounce, it’s nuts (fuck ‘em)

Got so many I thought were family that dipped when my use was gone

Got my thoughts wacked out like I’m batshit so instincts I’ll be acting on

[Bridge]

My entrance into the game so raw ‘cause I don’t wear no rubber

Nobody is gonna touch me except the people I’m fucking

My gun I treat like it’s slutty ‘cause if I am pushed, I bust it

May think you built like you tough but you’ve never faced repercussions

The thing about getting fucked by this life is you getting fucked

Which goes to say that you submitted and never had fought it off

It’s not rape if you get excited and most of you getting off

You complain even though it’s righteous, fuck outta here, bitch begone

[Verse 2]

I’ve been patient to get to scrapping, I need the smoke for the clout

These pussies know where I stay but a Glock is up on me now

And when it’s up in your face, you’ll be begging me to calm down

Bitch I ain’t scared of a case, I’ll be popping off with no sound (pop pop)

Get the fuck out of Virginia to fuck around and find out

All of these suckas are pigs and I’ma send ‘em to the clouds

You got a mullet then you better kiss my boots upon the ground

These motherfuckers so retarted, get you lost to not be found

Yeah I’m fucking it raw on the nights I am wasted

I’m flowing with ease while I’m making it wavy

I’m mashing the beat like I’d serve it with gravy

Bet I’m on the scene and I’ll sprout like a daisy

Cuss like I’m obscene but the truth is I’m brainy

My confidence used to be lacking so gravely

Confessing to failures, never act like a baby

And now if you cross me I’ll target your safety (fuck)

Establishing quality before the quantity

Read some old lyrics I spit like moronity

My vision clear ‘cause I’m smoking on broccoli (weed)

I was so lost I’m just saying honestly

Too hard to cope feeling like you’re a mockery

So now I’m typing to rap my biography

Most’ll write me off as if I’m a wannabe

Soon you’ll confirm that I’m only built solidly

I have been waiting to make ‘em all proud of me

Until the death with these demons surrounding me

Don’t know what’s next but like I feel like I’m bouta be

Touching the sky and I won’t have no boundaries

They think I’m crazy like I need some counseling

They want me down, gon’ be me they’re encountering (I’m gon devour ‘em)

[Verse 3]

Guess I spit when I talk and I’ll fuck anything that walks (true)

Wasn’t the type to throw a tantrum of give a lot of back talk (nope)

The men that tried to be fathers had quickly been written off (bye)

They the type to just scream at Mom and degrade her while coming off (fuck)

I remember one boyfriend of hers tried to ground me from my Xbox (bitch)

My Momma sat by and watched ‘cause she trusted him like her rock (damn)

I yelled back at the top of lungs and attempted to push and shove (fuck him)

I’m only twelve, he didn’t budge but I’d love to now fuck him up and

Any other motherfucker that ever fucked with my mother or

Any of my sisters and brothers, I’ll get you got one way or another (for real)

Got gang ties that I keep distant but they tied you can get fucked up (for real)

Got these pillies that I’ll crush up, poppin’ thirties, it’s a must and (boom boom boom)

People think I should shut up, I keep it real, I’m on the come up

Do so much, never get love but that’s just how the cookie crumble (what?)

I’ll be topping charts, no rush, I’ll take it in and remain humble

Give the love back to hip hop, a steady jog so I don’t stumble even though

All of these motherfuckers think they know me

All of these fucking suckas think I owe ‘em

Pray that they fucking try me and I’ll show ‘em

I’ll murk ‘em, no warning, their mind’ll get blown

You may think that I’m cap with them shots that I’m throwing

But you’ll find yourself leaking all over the floor

With your head getting stomped like the way I do flows and

My dick getting swamped by your bitch that’s been hoeing (what?)

‘Cause fuck it, I’ll let ‘em have it, go expose me

Still realer than all of you suckas and phonies

Remaining the same with the homies or lonely

If you caught me alone, better pray you see morning (damn)

It’s written in stone that your ass’ll be cornered

Your ass’ll get shown, clock yo’ ass with a forty

Your bitch’ll disown you, you’ll die on recording

I know I’ll get blown, this the calm ‘fore it’s storming

[Outro]

Yeah

Solid as a rock

‘Til the day I die

Bitch

Ha