[Verse]
Spitting novas seeing stars
After every one of my verses they're in awe
How could they not be? So used to below par
Efforts from lames claim to run things like czars
Switching up the tactics
Cause I was a black kid
In a era where it was normal to have a crack binge
But not to be talented
That kind of sh** was laughed at
Now when they step to me all I do is laugh back
Cause, I go as hard as it gets
Regardless of hits
Therefore, think twice about your bars, little sh**s
And don't even try to stall with your bargaining chips
Cause I'll beat you, haul you off, & let you starve in a ditch
I know I'm kinda sounding off, so please pardon my trip
But all my life I been like "Nah, I'll just fall with the script"
Yeah, this is that musical c**aine
Legend level with no name
Know why? I got that stadium sound like I'm working on the PA
Hear you talking sh** but never see you act like VAs
Always on my case like a DA
Move the crowd without touching anyone like TK
Just trying to run my own sh** like CJ
But them dime store pigs keep f**ing up my relay
Go & hit replay
Or to rephrase it, it's too amazing
Kinda feel like my talents are wasting
Cause a room of my listeners might be vacant
But a never die attitude is what I'm ingrained with
But does it really matter?
When nobody knows or even cares about ya?
Insecurity shows saying that you're the realest
Feeling like Wesley Willis
Fighting personal demons, hoping people will feel it
But as long as you keep a straight face
And keep working on your craft everything will fall in place
Feign confidence so much that it becomes natural
Gotta be a grunt before you become an admiral
But when I think about it it's kinda laughable
Listening to all their lines barely sounding pa**able
And those few keep saying that I'm great
I eat their compliments plus the beats on my plate
So don't come with that wack sh** acting foolishly
Cause I ain't the one that needs to prove it B
Dudes need schooling but stay in truancy
You really think that all of this is new to me?
You got it backwards like Kriss Kross
Fat like Rick Ross
Looking at you weird like golden girls wearing lip gloss
Hiptossing foes, dropkicking opposition
Then a top rope elbow to the heart of competition
Knock they a** out the new champion's arrived
But 3 ain't enough man, nah I need 5
Doing everything to survive
And I mean everything ain't afraid of burning bridges, cutting ties
All doubts erased there's no stopping my drive
So you better pray that you make it out alive
I'm gone...