Two years passed, no press to the gas, I was lost in the void to a point, my past, no path from the pedal to the metal, no cap, no cap, but the hands still getting up rest, in the back of the back, sipping bourbon, money on my wallet, clock times I rip it, bitch, I've been no, I just want cash, and I hit, ever since I started, motherfucker had his head down, working. Damn, I hit the plane, put a dick, played, but now they saying I'm the man, I'm feeling like the man, but now that I'm the man, why the fuck do all the folks really wanna do me bad? There's a question that will never be answered, want a better life, better cut out the cancer, struggle for a band, now I'm throwing the dancers, comparing you and ours like a 34, dropping out a lasso. Avoiding mirrors, I don't know what I've been running from, so fuel by hatred, grating, thought you need me running on, I shed my skin just like a serpent, fuck who done me wrong, I plan with fate, I found my worth, and shall be living long. Avoiding mirrors, I don't know what I've been running from, so fuel by hatred, grating, thought you need me running on, I shed my skin just like a serpent, fuck who done me wrong, I plan with fate, I found my worth, and shall be living long. Avoiding mirrors, I don't know what I've been running from, so fuel by hatred, grating, thought you need me running on, I shed my skin just like a serpent, fuck who done me wrong, I plan with fate, I found my worth, and shall be living long. Bitch, I'm so much, too stuck, too up, too fuck, fuck you, and your whole crew, two knocks, no two, fuck up, in a boot, no, you could do, whatever the fuck you did do, bitch, who is who? No clue on me, no you, you, stay, got flew, by my land, the moon, the stars, on my bus, from afar, 'cause I can't be giving any of me, my heart. Coming out the dark, come fly, though, coming out tomorrow, from the catacombs, stuck him in the silence, pyro, feeling like a dick, splitting pain, make a pyro, fill my iPhone viral. Oh, but up, mistakes MG, to a skyline, and GDSD, motherfucker, don't pretend you know a thing about me, when we're talking down, none of shit, I might be the king