Im stuck in this rap game theres no ins and out

Check my jewler daily i bling it out

Put on different shape and size of grillz to illuminate my mouth

Still had a music in store even in a drought

Money talks it does more than shout

I write lyrics for myself not for clout

On the path of success im not switching route

Im after the cheddar like a home based mouse

But I won't get caught up and trapped

Sweetness and originality fullfilled my rap

My music is like a drug rap listener are feinding for that lyrical crack

They going crazy over my rhymes like its clinical act

Im spritually out this world its mistikal in fact

I rеpent from killing beat but i won't sin it back

Cleansе my mind in the sink no need to rinse it back

Told the homies to guard your grill like you got a chin strap

Connection fade away with time im trying to link it back

Lost hope at one point im doing the best i can to win it back

House filled with appliances and studio equipment

Listening to that dope music im addicted

Run the house of hip hop and never got evicted

All the pain im going through is self inflicted

Im similar to the thing sitting around the chirsmas tree im well gifted

Going to the top the trail lifted

The code of the street is to not snitch but some tell different

Homie is a crash out hes in jail sitting

These rappers ain't real telling fairly tales