[Prod. By Big Malk]

(Verse)

Wizard with words we willingly write records

Recording reality regardless whether you remember

I'm sick to my stomach vomit on tracks whenever I'm on it

You want it? I got it passionate lyrics from the subconscious

My world? Is my perception, ain't got time for regrettin'

My only exception is the fact I refuse your acception

Like a high class college

Your thoughts can easily bring money, you ain't got it? take your mind out of the nonsense

Never used to smoke for the image

Now the clouds got my vision all tinted

Life is a marathon, everybody sprintin'

I could be dead last & still end up winnin'

Hooked up to an IV bottle, when I spit then there might be sorrow

I spit bullets you can bite these hollows

Whippin' in the kitchen I'm spittin' so when you listen

I'm givin' you food for thought, it'd be wise you swallow