[Intro]

Yea, Yea, Ha

(Wyshmaster Beats)

Eminem Show, Book Of Ryan, N9na, MMLP

Grow strings and take control of me

[Verse]

Take me for a puppet, grab the strings, bro I love it

Got the greats above me judging every subject that I touch on

Following my idols up until the day I’m in my coffin

Struggling to be my own man (woosh) the strings is what they tug on

Man I’m bugging, nah, at the start I loved following you guys

Vibing to you and I’m in your stride, in your shadow so much that I’m in your mind

I’m talking ‘bout Royce, Eminem and N9ne, talking ‘bout Marshall, Aaron and Ryan

Following them ‘til the day I die (Following them ‘til the day I die, die)

Even though I’m young I’m still eligible to be gaining respect

Spitting thеse songs with my mouth at their necks and I’m wrеcking the beat but collecting no cheques

Don’t need the money to be motivated, but I’m racing

Through these damn tracks, while my peers, they be over-hating

Just tryna flex and let everybody know I’m Satan

Flowing crazy, every time I write a rap you know I slay them

With my arsenal of lyric weapons, grab the bars and set them

Life is hard, I’m stressing, but I’m on a large ascension

Know the syllables I’m stressing, even way before I’ve said them

Even way before I read them, take a look at my momentum

Producers coming in from every direction

Wyshmaster, Sena and Woodzy, my brethren

Next album is better a larger selection

Write it, record it then send it to Heaven

Just tryna become the person that I want to be

Let loose of the strings that are tugging me

Not listening to them who be judging me

‘Cause this side of Sam’s what they want to see

I’m a marionette, call me Robert Romeo, I carry a breath like a car on a repo

I bury my stress when I severe their heads, they get very upset when I’m wooing the people

They gotta accept I’m the best in my field, I sound mad when I spaz but don’t tell me to chill

When I started, this helped me to get out my feels, I write pain on the page and then show how I feel, mane

Following Shady, Dreamville, Strange, been crazy this long but I’m still sane

How is it that I don’t play violin but I’m still being tugged on by real strings

Pull out my scissors and cut that down, break free from ‘em when I bust that sound

I’m not pushing them into the background but I need space to develop rap now

Not a puppet now, the demons are gone, so are the black clouds

The rain’s all over and Sun’s back out and I’m not letting up ‘til I clutch that crown

Never holding back (Back!), listen to me when I’m quoting facts

No love, my heart is cold and black and I don’t play, don’t call me Joker (Dax!)

That was not a diss, I like the way that he be ripping and the rhymes he spit

I add another string every time I listen to another artist and the bars he bring

Added Lil Wayne a while ago, Jehry Robinson and King Iso

Joyner, Logic, Hopsin, that guy Cole, Boogie, Conway, Westside, yo

They’re my idols, but how many more strings can I hold?

At this point it’s like I’m convincing my soul

I need to let the people know that I still can flow, understand I’m not digging my hole

No shovel, told y’all scissors in my hands, told ‘em all to shut up ‘fore I kill ‘em with my pen

In a minute I’m gonna be billing ‘em with 10s to prove that it pays off listening to Sam

You might think when I cut the strings that I’mma fall to the ground and never get up

Well let me tell you that I’m stronger than ever and that my songs have been better and starting now I’mma never let up

So I’ll rise above ‘em all with the mic I’m clutching strong

When I write another song, people follow me along

PHASE II is coming so brace for the Sun and

I’m here to tell you all from here on that I’ll never be a puppet