Verse:

Gravitate to the conscious shit, gotta let it out so my heart don't skip

The bars are just monstrous, kinda like Frankenstein's monster, I'm gonna stitch

The art with hits and then spit it on a mix

"It's alive" said the engineer honouring

The smarts, the wit, the hardship I brought with it

The writing is cathartic for artists

Wondering where the next project is? I promise I'm not prolonging it

I've spent less time than I thought I did, I mean, go listen back to my document

Never could've predicted the run l'd have after the second album just dropped on them

A couple singles, that's an understatement, I flooded Spotify, the tsunami hit

All the while drafting a larger script, I kept 'em all distracted with carts and flips

Meanwhile I have kept in the back with guitars and clicks, planning out all the bars I'll hit

While they're planning out all the bars they'll hit tonight, get the liquor, light spliffs, it's Kryptonite

Can't just sit and write, it's hard tryna teach an old dog new tricks when Alzheimer's hits

But I can't lie, I'm fond of it, I like the taste of an alcoholic drink

But not when it gets to the toxic shit, the tossing shit, when fist meets wall and shit

I think that's where the real problem is, gotta be mature enough to stop and think

Pour that shot, go toss it in the garden cause it'll probably end up there regardless

I was at a party with my partner, she wanna dip to bed but I'm lost in it

She said, "meet me there after another drink", I had a lot of drinks

She wakes up to me previewing ONE OF A KIND to an audience and it was like 6 months before it hit

I poured a fifth, blacked out, had to be dragged to the car again

I felt like taking myself to Anonymous cause that wasn't me

And I know I'm responsible for it but my mind won't let me come up for oxygen

There's times I wanna quit cause it can't be good for the body it's destroying it

My whole mantra is a healthy life and this is the opposite

I guess we all have vices, some have a stronger grip, I wanna instill habits in my brain

Cause I see all the goals and I wanna learn to conquer them, but that's where it all started

I heard a bar from Em and wanted to learn how to harness them

I taught myself how to be a wordsmith with the beat banging on my chest, he always had a little King Kong in him

I had to learn how to flaunt it then, no good sitting in the room pondering

Gotta get up on the mic, record it then, go drop it, let the people bop to it

Don't be dark and ominous, l used to hide and gatekeep all the bars

"No, I'm not dropping them because they're not good enough yet for all my fans"

I learnt I ain't got no fans, just all my friends, I learnt dropping them

Is how you distinguish which songs are like dropping gems and which ones should've dropped in the garbage can

Failure is a part of this, you need to understand that it's all a risk

But think about how you'd live with yourself knowing that you never tried with this and if you called it quits

Stack hits on top of hits until | stack chips on top of chips

Come put some respect on the kid, the GOAT in this, the God of the manuscript

A prodigy with adjectives and consonants, I'm lapping these subordinates, it's obvious

Hip Hop gave me way more confidence than blue checks or a dollar did

Let's hit the garage and dip, head to the store, go cop a fit

For the video, gotta look smart and spiff, my wardrobe's looking monotonous and boring

Like when marketing a story cause right now the climate is the stories

All the reels and bio links are surely getting tiresome and hard to keep recording

But I gotta keep on scoring. I'm Iguodala with the balling

Atomic bombs I drop on songs, I'm Oppenheimer in the '40's

I found interest in the raps and I polished it, all competition I just abolish them

Eat them on a track like Dahmer did

Now opposition, I don't see nun, like Valak from Conjuring

They don't write in a diary, they're dyslexic, they're lactose intolerant

They take the vowels and swap the shit while I break these nouns in composites

I switched up the comic strips into a musical like Joaquin and Gaga did

Til' I'm taking bows, I ain't stopping, bitch