J. Cole - Return of Simba (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Me and Disaster drawn together I swear I need an eraser I'm tryna chase the paper, I swear that sh** is evasive Stress has settled in, I'm tryna stick to my objectives But stuck on anti-depressants Escaping my adolescence... And I'm screaming why me Ain't no stickers on my stitchin, still n***as gon try me If I ran I wonder if you n***as finna find me My team is behind me Or just me and Wiley... I'm still runnin til I'm seein green I'm a fiend of that f**in Irene By the time I get clean, I'mma be a f**in great Big ups if you with the team, and n***a f** you if you ain't Make no mistake n***a I'm a boss of trades Got my teeth grimy on the grind, we can floss for days Real n***as listenin' strictly from recognition Aw sh**, you ain't a fan? You lookin' awful strange I'mma be a king, that's something I had knew at birth And now I'm tryna get some dollars 'fore the dollar lose it's worth I might risk losin my mind, cause I ain't tryna lose the earth We should be tryna make a change, we just tryna do sh** first Been here, but I'm back, crucified with heavy nails 10 year time lapse, Veggie Tales to reggie sales Robbed for my bud out a transformers backpack And now I'm in a wave of hella n***as bringin rap back My pure determination, muhf**as can't match that The speed of my drive, muhf**as can't catch that Scratch that Boy I'm in a new league of elitists Black tees, jeans and some new Jeremy Scott Adidas Slavin for my freedom, sh** is so oxy moronic Rather work for my goals then be workin at a Sonic's Put this on a record b**h And bleep out all the explitives I thought I was in heaven, well I guess it's all relative