Intro:

Forget the Jordan crying face when I be hurtin

Frame ya hatred for my being, make it picture perfect

This the outlet, this the outlet, I'm the power surgeon

Expose shocking as reference for the thriving purpose

Verse:

This something basic like wifey home and she puking up

Or the 415 is a virus hive where they ducing blood

Mood is clutch

Speech is on figure skating for acres

And shaping Os for the taking on playlist

But that ain't proven much, loosen up

I try to relax on tracks on tracks like black women

Going back to the natural naps

But dag on it, I love weaving these word together

Pen liberation or captivating you pick the era

Quick as ever, wit is terror

Scripted measures

Inching to your ending, Horror movie setups

The Wes craven of Freddie facing, your local favorites

Chasing every list or praising

Just to get some fame or placement

Or you wanna Drake replacements

Replicating sounds and changing

Minor things to stay evasive

Just to gain the fans amazement

You just a phase like a fad with an "e" on it

The last of a brief moment

A fan in a brief toted

Just a copy of copy in a wave with no reach on it

You ain't sure

Minor cuts to a giant so he sleeps, you just bore

Find yourself, carve a path of ya own, adjust course

And when you think you d found ya lane

Fine tune, adjust...more

And get ya raps up!