Flipped the script on 80 times like I re revised it
I gave em pain in 30 bars they tried to demonize it
Got thirty scars don’t count my heart cause you can’t see inside it
I need my space like I was Miller how I need my private

See I don’t think you understand me,
I don’t leave shit up to chance especially when it’s concerning my family

Got my chains on with shirt tucked cause I’m like that
Who am I to try to type back
Only broke niggas getting sidetracked
Got mind trapped on my racks

Got my balances up where my mind at
My life compared to his look like a time lapse
This sounding like it should play in a IMAX
He sold a story but I don’t buy that

The story was written and they didn’t like it
Karma do laps and I’m loving the timing
We doing records and finish in silence
I did I first and I been had no guidance

Playing my shit I seen niggas get quiet
Smoking on loud yeah vibrant
I got a feeling and I can’t describe it
Boss and a dawg I guess I’m a hybrid

Showed em my cards try to tear me apart
I’m putting pain in a backwoods cigar
I feel at peace by myself in the car
Stay to myself cause these niggas bizarre

I love my niggas till the credits rolling

We split some meals when the debits frozen

Rare breed,

Tell me who gon ride when the lights off

There’s new legends here
No ID
When you pree me
There’s new members here
You know that section of the club and can’t see in there
It’s like that person that you met
You can’t believe is real

I mean you see this here

It’s like your eyes wanna deceive you
And I just wanna be you
Cause I know that if I listen to this back
And if it’s not me
I’m gon know this shit is crazy
I mean damn dawg that shit heavy

Holding big pots of my mom’s spaghetti

I feel like Nas already

Motion picture laps running traps they call me Getty
I mean it’s really gon get scary when these niggas feel me
Huh

But I’m not here for that though
I mean I kinda want them to stay away from me
You smelly weirdos
Haha

I hate the camera only when it’s rolling

I do my shit cuz I know it’s important
Yeah
And I know if I don’t come back
They’ll have a gap left in the teeth of rap
Or missing like hair on a cul de sac

Saks fifth
On the sixth ave
So I can do my shit on the nice path
(The road less traveled)

And I can do it with no Beat