[Verse 1: R.S]
Older I am the cockier I get
22 and still rockying the bet
Bullying you like Rakim and the rest
And I get no rest
Like I'm in a match of chess
Pawning all of y'all thinkin you can best
Like a knight at night flying to his nest
Better believe I'm comin to avenge
My dying shedded isolating self
Like no optimism is in me
Like my egoism is winning
Can't be really picky with
Killing beats on a daily basis
Basin this whole run on a passion passing my peers
Castin my words blasting ya ears
I give what is yours with rapping alure
But I don't know anything anymore
[Hook: R.S]
Say it one more time with me
I got the drive in me
I got the style with me
Now come on ride with me
Say it one more time with me
I got the drive in me
I got the style with me
Now come on ride with me
[Verse 2: R.S]
I never wanted to be like
Constantly work on this be like
Overly obsessive crafting this finer detail I be like
Always be fighting this
Postponing my work n shit
Can't seem to get any hang of this
Like I'm not fuckin passionate about my work in this
I feel like a fraud a trickster a joker
Someone who steals and just is a poser
Doesn't have street cred that's me
Rappers appropriates not me
Always respect that's me
Paying my homage that's me
Isn't takin this shit for granted
And making the best that I can out of it
Isn't it weird that so many rappers are using hip hop
To launch a career
Totally switching the genre makin a false persona
To appeal to the masses
Castin rapping aside
They abandon along the artform and artists
That fuckin helped them appear
I swear to god its not competitive its repetitive
No more innovation
Except J.I.D Cole Tyler Cordae Sly Pyper White Gold
Babytron Jelly Roll Big Sean and Dem Jointz all slay
All new gen who will then forget them all
The golden age of hip hop
When all things were tiptop
And rick ross was popping
And 50 was pimping
[Hook: R.S]
Say it one more time with me
I got the drive in me
I got the style with me
Now come on ride with me
Say it one more time with me
I got the drive in me
I got the style with me
Now come on ride with me
[Verse 3: R.S]
Right back to into the state that you left me
Figured rap was it so I pursued it
How much would I get per sue that I'd send if
All of y'all were telling the truth
And its fuckin crazy for me
Little white suburban kid climbing a tree
That I'd branch off into my peak without
Touching a sticky or biscuit hungry to kill
Starving to slaughter
Father and daughter
No second thought of
The karma you conjure
Its the life you got its the life you give
To someone that's unfortunate to cross ya
Stick to the script
Stick to the ish that'll make you the shit
Pick out the beats that'll steady increase
Your rapping capability
Motherfucker you got the ability
Or I guess not
Stick to yourself and just fuckin rot
Sit in your room its your comfort ain't it?
Why are you here what did you come for? Break it
It's a vicious cycle being wishful
Which'll return to nothin
But I keep struggling with writing
Come to think of it has been a while now
But I can't keep procrastinating
I'm exposing me for castigating
I don't do it suffer
My mental won't let me rest
So I guess I gotta go rougher
But I much can I take
The more I leave/leaf this the more I rake
I can't believe this and let it be
So I guess I don't know how much of this there could be
[Hook: R.S]
Say it one more time with me
I got the drive in me
I got the style with me
Now come on ride with me
Say it one more time with me
I got the drive in me
I got the style with me
Now come on ride with me