You gon find me
Hiding writing in my car
Its silent
Letting the beat roll
And so im sounding like a fucking tyrant
I am the reaper
And what i type is just my sithe
I might drop the weights
With permission of might guy
Yes, I strive for greatness
You strive for gold
Yes, I lose my patience
you lose the goals
If i got make it
You got to go
Who are you
and who knew
that boy was so cold

Oh no
Like anemia
Deadly like its leukemia
Drown in designer
Till your final days
Is on the media

Counted off of the stage
Now you in a daze
Sell it like you billy maze
And just make a silly face
Its a silly phase
Yall cant win the race
Now you been replace
While im making way
You just get another Blunt to face
Heres the take away
In comparison you lame
Ima put the game to shame
And it wont ever be the same
Damn

And i just hit the minute
Feeling like ill never fit in
If i gave a fuck about
The ones who never try to listen
Surely ima lose the vision
Call me Stevie wonder i ponder
If ima quit this shit
I wanna be legitimate
So ima spit diligent
Killin it untill
Im feeling
The- right- time
Kill the shit
Are you feeling this
If not then just deal with it
Cuz all ya mother fuckers
Fearing this
Revering this

Oh loud and clear
Ima leave the game in tears

Feel like my peers
Killing my ears

Every song
That they
Want you to hear

Every one
That think
They got no fear

Every hoe
That fake
Taking whats near

Ever think
Maybe i just
Do not care

Please leave me be
Cuz this is a nightmare

Some people just
Determine the surface
By what are worth is

What's the purpose
If these people are vermin
Its certainly

Ill minded
You gon find that we blinded
Our guidance is just decided
By the hype that we buy in

Fuck it ima
Even be higher
Up On the level

These beats be burned
Inside my mind
Just like a fire to a kettle
Never meddle/metal
Let it settle
Make your death
Look accidental
If you use me as a friend
I Tend
To make a trend
To triple up
My meds
Or im loosing
It again
Untill im mental

And the irony
Is
I take them
To better myself
Yet i lie
With my shit
A sinking ship
Aint no homies
Throwing floaties
They dip
Until they
Up my dose
Now heres the
Fucking Cycle again
I cant repent
Uever find me
With a paper and pen
Untill my end
Probably start
Just where i fucking
Begin

Thats why

You gon find me
Hiding writing in my car
Its silent
Letting the beat roll
And so im sounding like a fucking tyrant
I am the reaper
And what i type is just my sithe