Intro:
Forget the Jordan crying face when I be hurtin
Frame ya hatred for my being, make it picture perfect
This the outlet, this the outlet, I'm the power surgeon
Expose shocking as reference for the thriving purpose
Verse:
This something basic like wifey home and she puking up
Or the 415 is a virus hive where they ducing blood
Mood is clutch
Speech is on figure skating for acres
And shaping Os for the taking on playlist
But that ain't proven much, loosen up
I try to relax on tracks on tracks like black women
Going back to the natural naps
But dag on it, I love weaving these word together
Pen liberation or captivating you pick the era
Quick as ever, wit is terror
Scripted measures
Inching to your ending, Horror movie setups
The Wes craven of Freddie facing, your local favorites
Chasing every list or praising
Just to get some fame or placement
Or you wanna Drake replacements
Replicating sounds and changing
Minor things to stay evasive
Just to gain the fans amazement
You just a phase like a fad with an "e" on it
The last of a brief moment
A fan in a brief toted
Just a copy of copy in a wave with no reach on it
You ain't sure
Minor cuts to a giant so he sleeps, you just bore
Find yourself, carve a path of ya own, adjust course
And when you think you d found ya lane
Fine tune, adjust...more
And get ya raps up!