I knw yall heard this before/

hear my heart beat knock knockin down the door/

to ya mental, ideas in my pencil/

official, blowin up every where u are like a heat seeking missle/

handle on the pistol but my handle not issue/

gon an soak this up like tears to a tissue/

Excuse me, Im rollin down street with this beat loud/

kicken up my feet wit this weed out/

see a couple catz in the game I should weed out/

matter lay em on a stretched wit they feet out/

we bout, higher dreams, everythang/

ya must be in real estate all bout settling/

my sublties, gutter free/

if I am underground, then everybodys under me/

Hell bound, im somthin like that chalkboard nail sound/

so out of space, that i never seem to lose ground/

such a poet in my own write, n im so busy thinking when I don't write/

Im so shocked off my hype, that these niggas feelin me gettin on right/

days filled wit dreams and long nights/

ive seen them dreams fade to black wen u off white/

met grls who about that life, same grls cant be my wife/

but who's askin, rap my first passion/

while they tryn cash out im just tryna cash in/

swear i got vision that they can't see/

lyrics glued to ya mind now thats hands free/

bluetooth, top down no roof/ u fly no proof, rhyme here uncouth/

I done burned it down they exstiguishing the booth/

that's just logic over reason/

bitin on flow, ya they teethin, and Im seethin/

to see stop breathin, and I rather be odd, cuz we never been even/

but it is wat its gonna be, you see wat u gonna see/

my career is ya misery/

a bunch time lines, damn nigga this is history/


And these are just dreams, nah I ain't got proof/

I just got lines, u can tell em Im the truth/

So much pressure on my mind/

but I do this all time, nothin for the realest/

i swear I last forever if they ever try to kill us/


Swear these words are my legacy/

swear i see the game through other niggas jealousy/

tryna get head of me, go an get ya dream dog/

that's wat we all dream for, but not everybody makin it/

got couple people askin see how far im takin it/

i don't really know now, questionin my on skills/

bricks in my hand wen that pressure builds/

im my worst critic, yall ain't got criticize/

swear im gettin better tho, do for my nigga who got locked up in federal/

or do for my sister who begginn for that medical/

We all got issue, I aint't tryna list em all/

do it for summer, Im just miss the fall/

then re-up in the winter, my voice resonates the bottom the tenor/

underground king, swear that crown fit me well/

no need to exxagerate, I don't kiss and tell/

but im married to game, you see im so engaged in it/

somthin like wine ya aged in it/

raised in it, and I get paid in it/

funny how them high top artists just fade in it/

I wasn't there from the beginning, never saw greats rap/

flow never rocky, and I mean that ASAP/

nothin that I have said, I regret nor take back/

and to those who tryna mirror me, I hope that yall can face that/

can't face ya selves then I hope that yall can face facts/

cookin ideas up, go and taste that/

Matter fact, want it for your self or don't want it all/

I find men who love to walk, even learn how to crawl/