//Verse 1//

Don't ask if I'm famous

U know that dangerous

Cause many have tried and many have died

To come even close to attain this

So if u asking me

What I'd rather see

Then I'd rather be nameless

Other than be a casualty

Getting hit in the dome to be faceless

That's why I be low with the personals

People turn targets and people be hoping on hitting home

Some think that they know but they really don't

Zip on my code and switch all my visuals

Keeping it public living in private

People gon mumble whenever they jiving

All u be jumbling wit all of this dick riding

Thinking u slick sliding

Going thru the thick trying

Trying to get rich fighting

Getting all bloody the way these fists flying

Wanna see these ticks biting

Cause right now I'm on my own

And right now I'm in my zone

And if u try my style to hone

There's a chance you won't go home

//Jesse Commas//

//Verse 2//

Managers sponsored like Nascar

Speeches be running like track stars

Look at the records, I see cigars

And god damn Jaguars

With Luxury caviar

And under the cover bad gals

Spending it up on cash card

Of an ignorant trap star

I see an industry

Of hypocrites all living in misery

Held up in a place where a fiddle be

Corrupt like the senate in Italy

All I see is some Pharisees

All they be talking is heresy

Caution on secrets they handing the peeps

Between the slits, what the bandit sees

And if that's what I need to be, then I'm Antipublic

Anti junction If ill be scammed at my own function

Then I'm running

To keep myself free from these god damn captures

And be the man to master my god damn masters

//Jesse Commas//

//Consey//

Don't ask on my background

You know karma go back round

Bro Bro got 25 to life

Cause he let his mac Raw in the middle of a SmackDown

I used to love the streets, dreamt of packing all the heat

Till my fleet used me as a cash cow

Thats why my profiles low

If you gotta shine, let it glow

She said I'm cold to my heart, and my mind had a spark

Cause my favourite weathers snow

Thats all I can feel, and you know shit is real

When you start to envision ya brain blown

My thoughts are my enemy, stressing me

Ideas of a Kurt Cobain legacy

Mix those amphetamines with some more Hennessy

Then drink till I lose all thats left of me

Nah fuck that, gotta grind all the time in my life

So my star can shine bright when I'm gone

I'll put it in a song

Rhyme tight till I blow like a bomb

Keep it slow, carry on, remain strong

I'm in it for the long, haul, stand tall, don't fall

At the top of the tower, as the lead starts to shower

I'll beat on my chest like Kong

King Con...

//Jesse Commas//

//Verse 4//

I'm keeping creative control

I'm keeping it me as a whole

Unlocked like a key to a hole

Bitch I be looking Hov

The way that I roll

Cause I swear that I've been thru it all

Just to get to the par

And yall couldn't get that far

Cause Bitch I be underground

Bars be hitting like hundred pounds

Coming around like hundred rounds

Speaking it fast to dumb it down

Cause all of these industry plants the dumbest out

But I ain't gon blame you

No one had came thru

But we be different breeds

I'm wild, and all these bitches so tame to the highest degree

I'm making a musical Legacy

Enemies climbing my sound

Saying that they got a leg on me

Karma be moving around

Whenever they're taking their leg off me

So when I don't go rap for fame

You can call that shit a vow

And When they asking for my name

Say that shit ain't allowed