Intro:

It really is a shame I feel clinically insane

Something climbing up my spine and tickling my brain

Can't get myself in check

I'm moving towards a wreck

Have no self control and my hands begin to sweat

Muscles start to tense

No longer feeling Kent

I had a bad week, haven't felt normal since

(The Lub effect)

Insane. Yeah

Verse 1:

I want to make it in the rap game, name the price

I know I can't suffer more pain than Christ

My lines are always mean, so they say I'm nice

My lyrics get stuck on their head like lice

Might cause a scene with these so-called veterans

When they say they kill, but they never got any evidence

Stumbling over words like their flow and tongue wrestling

I'll put a light right above your head like Edison

That's that mental awareness

I'm spitting the rarest

If you're going against me, please don't get embarrassed

I know that you're charished

Really, I just want you as a fan. Even your parents

The industry got too much fame

All they got is autotune and dumb names

They don't work on the craft, they just complain

No, you don't get it. They come plain

Same flows. Same shows

Lame bros that hate hoes

Driving in a Range Rove

Same clothes and gang pose but they gain dough

'Cause the fans listen to it with their brains closed

Playing that stuff that'll turn them into jello

I want to see true colors, but they change it up like geckos

People sound the same so don't listen to the echos

They're saying that I'm too fast like O'Connor and Toretto

Yet most of y'all are too slow

Like bad traffic

I bring that boomerang flow

I'm always back at it

So sick they say I need to be put in a clinic

Tell me what sane is 'cause they say I'm in it, boy

Hook:

Check the pen game

Yeah, he's been strange

Always spits flames wherever the clips aim

And it just splits brains

Lyrical hollow tips bang

Independent. Never switch lanes

Man, he's insane x2

Verse 2:

JL- yo, yo, yo

It ain't a thing to get up in and let it bang

On anybody who thinking they 'bout to make a name

Off of me. It is already hard to refrain

I'm going dummy. I keep it cooly, but keep praying

? drink and I smoke and I sniff cocaine

I put in work to get what I got. Imma need again

I can murk any ? beat like a speeding train

On the track I be serving you heat and everything

Fair game. Hair came when I blow by

That insane pen game. Need a multi-plaque

In fact, you can put me in a bowtie

Show me to the podium ? receive my

Award. A Moon-Man, a Grammy

BET, VH1. My granny

Can be proud. My Day 1, my family

See the insane brain coming in handy

Retarded with it. Obviously automatically ought to get it

Harder with it on the beat. Gravity isn't part of it

I'm skyscraping. I'm far out. Got to spit it irate

Hate and banned. ? One million four hundred and twenty-two

Lines that I wrote trying to make due

Grinding, I hope somebody break through

Real though, hope it is me if ain't you

Put my heart in it from the start of it, trust me

And it never was simple, I wasn't lucky

I come from what they call a gutter. A junkie

Is what I could've been. What do you want from me

Flow bust. Cold rush what a fan felt

Oh, dope. No us that I can help

I do what I must. Got to play with the hand out

Grind. Never mind, not looking for a hand out

Hook:

Check the pen game

Yeah, he's been strange

Always spits flames wherever the clips aim

And it just splits brains

Lyrical hollow tips bang

Independent. Never switch lanes

Man, he's insane x2

Verse 3:

Go and check the pen game

I've been strange

Always spits flames wherever the hot clips aim

It splits brains

Lyrical hollowtips bang

Independent. Never switch lanes

Man, I'm insane

See, we got a illa noise, like Chi-Town

Anybody stepping in our way better lie down

Do you know the feeling of living with your lights out

I got plenty of things that I can write about

Parts of Orlando ain't a tourist attraction

If they see that you got money, than they're going to start reacting

People looking for some easy ways to bring the cash in

Tempted to join them, but I'm trying to make it rapping

I'm seeing all the money, do you think I can loan some

Writing all this music got me feeling really lonesome

They say I'm insane, I say sure enough

Tired of grinding so much to get home and eat cold cuts

No bluff, I want to get wise. They just want Budweiser

Feeling like Survivor in the Eye of The Tiger

Feeling like a fighter. They just want to grab a lighter

I'm an oddball. An outsider

I'm seeing that this is the season for greed

But I'm keeping my ways so that I get to lead them

I'm pleading to God to just kill off the demons

But they just surround me so I get to squeezing

I mean with the pen, see I'm bleeding within

Maybe the drugs got me feigning for them

I've never been perfect, no need to pretend

If you seen some dead bodies, would you keep a grin

Thinking that there might be something wrong with my membrane

When I bring the lyrics, always know it's never in vain

Speaking of different topics, even when it puts me in pain

If you really know me, than you probably know I'm insane

Hook:

Check the pen game

Yeah, he's been strange

Always spits flames wherever the clips aim

And it just splits brains

Lyrical hollow tips bang

Independent. Never switch lanes

Man, he's insane x2

Verse 4:

Every time I spit it, it is insane

Witnessing a little bit of His reign

People think I'm losing it

When I keep on abusing it

I'm doing this to get you out of them chains

Looking at me crazy

Like my vision was so hazy

But I feel I made it

Even though they're being overrated

Never hated on the famous

I'm just praying that they're aiming for the King

And Imma write about it until all my ink drained

Insane