[Verse 1] Yo
Another lonely night in my car, regardless Spit Bars
Bars aim far, they just shot down a star
My flow can aim to space, or your face
Either way will leave you amazed
I’m something special, no doubt about that
When I say I’m the best, I’m only spittin’ the facts
Catch my EP, receive a lesson on rap
It hits you vicious, knocks you straight to your a**
I’m pissed off tonight, cause I’m always alone
Another fight with my mom, can’t even go home
Still smell like work, couldn’t shower, just spray some Cologne
I should’ve listened and just lowered my tone
I’m sorry mama, was only born to give you drama
One day, you’ll get it all in return like karma
Just give my time to write more rhymes
And show the world that your son is devine
Slow down, okay slow it down !
You enter my town best believe you turn around
Orange County, representin’ Tustin, I been hustlin’
My teachers said I would join a gang and be nothin’
No need for a gun with lyrics I’m bustin’
And yes I am a dropout
And yes I drop flows out of my mouth
And yes that’s what I do for a livin’
These flows attack you harder than San Quentin
Bringin’ back the real, this sh**s sealed
OG pa**es the cards, I’m ready to deal
This is my time, k** beats like L.A crime
Never convicted, judge rules I’m too good when I ryhmee
Kick my raps old school like Vietnam
Approach a verse strong, homeboy let’s get it on
Wake you up like an alarm, with another illCap song
So you can bump us all night long
This sh** wasn’t even mastered, this sh** just released
This ain’t on my EP, not in it for the cream
This for all of you to see I’m comin’
While y’all keep walkin’, I pa** by cause I’m runnin’
I’m fast, I’m like flash on blast
And that’s not even including the mask
I go crazy, damn straight I go berserk
Only go to my doctor appointments, to hit on the nurse
I’m so slick, Cris the Kid and illCap back in the mix
And I’m finishin’ this song at 4:36
In the mornin’, in a few Ima be snorin’
Yet emotions keep pourin’
Give it all when I write, so my fans neva think I’m borin’
I’m soarin’, all the way to the top
And I’m bringin’ my mom and my pops
Rest In Peace to Aida Blanco, before I close
If you didn’t know who I was, well now you know