Pen touch the paper
And my thoughts get to talking
Talking to the mic she like step into my office
I've been tryna write this music
I didn't really wanna force it
Cats out the bag
Man i'm coming at my own head
8 mile b rabbit
Nigga w a notepad
10 months since ya last drop
Man you so sad
Writers block kicking ass
Man you so cap
Me vs me
I'm the only one stopping me
How my greatest strength
Turn out to be the worst in me
Talking to the beat
And it's like free therapy
Judas on your side
Snakes in the grass
I should've dropped that song
I was playing with yall ass
You waiting on that text
It's like waiting on a cab
You better wave ya hand
Cause i never come in last
Running for your life
Can't run from ya past
Tick tock
The clock is ticking
The reaper is coming
And yk he means business
I ain't playing with you niggas
I tried to be forgiving
Turns out im still a sinner