Matchstick

No twitter, no fame, more liquor

More pain / more gains im no quitter

Whole picture whole frame been off kilter

Getting tired of all these hoes and golddiggers

Old dawg learning new tricks I never known

Slit my wrists on a stage just to set the tone

Killing copycats and coming out the better clone

Mutant DNA like Wolverines metal bones

Decipher all my old verses using rosetta stone

A ouiji board, summon spirits through the letters shown

Tryna get my bars up – fame - getting better known

Be the needle in my fans veins – straight methadone

I’m at my best when I’m left alone – don’t bothers mans

My bank account an IPOD. Got a lotta bands

Only have one true homie lend a proper hand

I go crazy over my goals like a soccer fan

Where you been? Where you going? What you doing now?

QnA All static and I tune it out

I talk shit, but nothing like what you spewing out

Living a lie, critical eyes never rule it out

No twitter, no fame, more liquor

More pain / more gains im no quitter

Whole picture whole frame been off kilter

Getting tired of all these hoes and golddiggers

I know I'm burning every bridge

Burn em Burn Em Down

With a Matchstick to the ground

Been over shit since 2 albums ago

Patience running thin – distractions unfold

Face to face with my death, shaking hands with my ghost

The older I get I’m way more handsome to hoes

I never get too involved, with you, this or that thing

I only give a chick a call if she got a phat thing

Fuck a crown, gold chains and a fat ring

I be the Hendrix of Rap, bars like a Strat string

I don’t

I don’t

I can’t see eye to eye with you

I want

The world

Try to conquer and divide it too

Never, Never get to be what im aspiring to

Fuck pussy, its my work that ima dive into

Fuck Losing I been destined to win

If I envy one thing it’s a lesson in sin

Been stressing, never having whip sessions agains

I break the backs of those who Mess with my kin

Only thing left to prove I’m the best with a pen

Im like an actor forgetting where the method begin

Its always like mirror mirror – who so fair in the skin

Backstabbers, never try to be fair to they friends

No twitter, no fame, more liquor

More pain / more gains im no quitter

Whole picture whole frame been off kilter

Getting tired of all these hoes and golddiggers

I know I'm burning every bridge

Burn em Burn Em Down

With a Matchstick to the ground