Verse 1:

Uh, don't even know where I'm heading

Just trying to flesh out the story with a captivating setting

And catching a listener's spirit is all part of the plot

So the conclusion is I'mma give it all what I got

Some niggas tied up while I'm knot

So I keep the noose loose and get the time that I got

Everyone nose that I bless the track on the spot

Plus I'm full of ammunition so Im gonna give a shot

And the news from the guinea pig grapevine

Some people asking where's my humble pie, well I ate mine, cause I'm fucking hungry

Listen to me you could see that ain't lying

Welcome to the canvas of my life you can see the paint drying, and I'm

Locked inside my room, trapped in this cocoon

Heading for the galaxies, don't plan to land on the moon

Planted a couple seeds now I'm waiting for my garden to bloom

Or looking for places full of opportune

I'm writing my story as I pick up the pen

And started rapping about NINE but all I see is a ten

Yeah, we ain't perfect but if you try its worth it

Find my head so far in the clouds I don't even know where Earth is

Hook:

Chapter after chapter

Page after page

My life is slipping away but I keep going on and on

Take a look, take a look inside this book and you could find my character in every verse and every hook

Everyone has their own story to tell so

Don't judge me until you open the book

Verse 2:

Family have no faith in me so I question if I'm wasting my life

Then it makes me sit and question if I should waste my life

Cause everything I do is wrong so what the fuck is right?

But I gotta tell myself that everything's alright

My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations

Part of my hesitation is pulling the right Presentation

Progressing then stepping back tends to come with my frustration

But there's no stopping now, no need for the constipation cause

All I wanna do is recruit Audemar Pigeuts

Rolling round the red carpet in those Tom Ford suits

On a quest for the love of fame and people remembering my name

But I still know my bloodline, always have my roots

Put on your headphones and listen to this story

I'm introducing myself to the world orally

RIP to some MCs that came earlier before me

Cause after this song you can never ignore me

Hook:

Chapter after chapter

Page after page

My life is slipping away but I keep going on and on

Take a look, take a look inside this book and you could find my character in every verse and every hook

Everyone has their own story to tell so

Don't judge me until you open the book

Verse 3:

This is me

Birth of a striking individual

No pizza boy but I tell you that the flow is deliverable

We may never meet but you will understand my visuals

Will I ever make it, i don't know , thats equivocal

Cause living on an island is some sort of Imprisonment

Surrounded by crabs in a bucket makes me feel limited

At least I have initiative

No support from from citizens

Equivalent to a hot air balloon with no heat and oxygen

You don't have to live in the ghetto to have a struggle

Never had a strap but always tried to have a buckle

Down on my life, while I'm running through this concrete jungle

And as I'm running fast I'm stepping in a couple puddles

Turn on the lights and open up the stage curtains

And all the doubters I see can ride in them black hearses

Feel my soul when I'm writing and recording these verses

Imprint Versa in ya brain nigga write it in cursive