Can III

Only human but I'm feeling like a god now Seventeen years been a king, where is my crown Blood, sweat tryna make it to the high ground Elevate the music tryna make it out of my town Look at the future, it's burning retinas Your falsified bravado doesn't threaten us I'm checking in penmanship in this generation and finding nothing So I guess that Andre Mez is finally stepping up Half man, half machine, modus operandi I say I'm only human, those around me say I'm crazy Halo burning, circuits frying, motherboard is on the fritz I swear to me I come in peace, but try me and I'm with the shits Aaron Judge, I'm the rookie and I'm killing y'all If I die tonight, my greatest vice will prolly be involved Call it love, lust, yearning for a legacy Fifteen years, hear my name on who the greatest be Not a human, more a figment of illusion Murder me, I'll resurrect, you better find a new solution Stupid motherfucker tryna trample on the movement If you don't salute it, I'ma get a goon to shoot it Respect comes when you walking like a legendary Come across the old me walking through the cemetary How it go when you focused on development Backhand a pussy tryna take me out my element Earth, wind, fire ain't shit when that water rise Ocean levels soaring, skyscrapers getting sodomized Rapture playing pussy, fast approaching two wars But I don't give a fuck, I'm busy tryna make it to awards State of mind when forgetting that you only human Real shit never settles in when you going stupid And I'm going stupid, just for the moment Can I get a billi dollar, can I drive the new Impala Can I eat the gushy like it's teppanyaki, Benihana Can I, can I, can I get some bottles at the table Can I sell a show and sell a record for my label Can I get designer monogram inside the belt loop Can I get like every bitch in just a single fell swoop Can I kill a motherfucker no string attached and Can I find a way to get my name up on the map Can I go platinum, put the city on my back and Can I tell the youngins cut that shit out, Michael Blackson Can I make it to the greatness level Michael Jackson Can I make it past twenty-seven is the question Looking at the future, bright shit, burning retinas Your falsified bravado doesn't threaten us I'm checking in penmanship in this generation and finding nothing So I guess that Andre Mez is finally stepping up No humility, I'm better than these rappers that are trapped in my vicinity I guarantee I'm chilling with the people that are killing me (motherfucker) Target painted on my back, I got a heavy conscience Bitch I'm only human, but I got a god complex Kinda funny how I'm spitting all this bullshit Feeling like a little lost child in a pool pit