Verse 1:
Tis the season of him succeeding
What if he falls, scrapes his knee and doesn't stop bleeding
Constantly loses oxygen finally he stops breathing
And his legacy dies before he even completes it
My family living off of government checks
Lookin at the sky, I envy all dem hovering jets
It's the type of sight that'll make your mother upset
From where n***as k** each other to gain each other's respect
Oh dang, new n***as with old ways
I'm tryna shoot for my dreams but a n***a has no aim
They're like Schama, you gotta come harder than old Wayne
Your songs gotta hold weight
Dog, foster some c**aine
We need someone to represent the O, ok?
Oh now y'all notice me,huh? Why y'all so late?
Where were you when my song had no plays?
You the same guy that commented saying "that's so lame"
Caught you man, you ain't slick
Not at all, like an empty stomach dog, you ain't
Now you listening to these bars, heart full of anguish, hurtin
You saltier than an angus burger
I came to murder every lame that claimed he heard of my name before I became this person that gave a sermon that stained the dirt and changed the surface with the way he words his array of verbs its your favorite person, the guy that spits the flame inferno
You remember me?
The guy from Wekiva high school that eventually
Became that guy that every body went to see
But when I was amongst them they didn't mess with me
Yes it's he
Time to rap with conviction
I'm back with a vengeance
Im here to slap all the henchmen that hara**ed my beginnings and laughed at my lyrics
Ima fracture they tendons, attack em, and snatch all their pendants
Verse 2:
Ima let y'all slide but I hope y'all die in the process
Break a leg, scream & hit a Mariah octave
I'm being searched up on the google chromes and the fire foxes
The world is starting to look microscopic
There he goes again being co*ky
Schama, you need to stop it
Versace, Versace, Versace
Too much substance so I purposely went off topic
Now back to my life, 19 years old and I'm still jobless
Ahh man, I'm tryna finally get paid
Only in college because i got financial aid
I'm at ya face with my style & grace making this music so one day I can move mom out this place, get out his way
Fortifying my fortresses, horrific, it's the origins of Morpheus
Eminem told me if I contorted my words, I could rhyme with oranges
Waiting for my time feel like I'm in a line with tortoises
My patience wearing thin, so Ima cut in front of 4 of em
December hit, I remember tellin them to remember this
But their undivided attention is what they weren't surrenderin'
Now I'm blowing up and they tryna rewind their pendulums
Man you n***as is fake & being fake is such a tremendous sin
Eloquence & embellishments embedded in my penmanship
No matter your predilection or whatever your preference is, you will cherish this & it's various merits, ima put a slit in terror's wrist, it's the verbal terrorist
Every night I am excellent
I think I have every right to be arrogant