I was…writin' rhymes in my bathroom

Thinkin' I'd go Ivy League- didn’t make it

Back to the drawing board

Put the mic in my closet on shoe boxes

Boxing these bars out to SoundCloud and **** that -

Didn’t quite hear me, could never come near me

I swear to god really, these **** gon' fear me

I put myself top of the top of these ****

I idolized now I just rock with these ****

I swear man this the shit that all the DJ pon de replay

That shit you finna look up on your google for what he say

I think I lost my mind spit schizophrenic on the rhymes

And when I look up in the mirror I can’t tell which face is mine

I got a phobia of failure but so used to all the pain

Because the more I start to write the more I start to feel insane

No boogieman my **** or a monster under beds

Because I think that what I’m scared of is inside my fuckin' head

No boogieman my **** or a monster under beds

Because I think that what I’m scared of is inside my fuckin' head

My ambitions as a rap ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

Always wishin' I could be that ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

Always wishin' I could be that ****

I think there’s blood inside my pen, uh

Skeletons in my closet and a body under beds, uh

Ishan up on the billboard and your favorite rapper dead

Don’t give a fuck about true colors when I’m only seeing red

And if this mic could talk **** it’d probably stop me

And if I right my wrongs they still gon' wrong me

Know some **** way back home that still wan rob me

Like they ain’t hit the Stu and put the mic on copy

Sometimes I figure a **** gon' make it

Been feeling so close like I’m starting taste it

Remember the days in my **** lil basement

He told this shit could be mine so I’ll take it

**** keep talkin' like shut up just pay me

I should be charging for all that they saying

All that lil bullshit they put in they tracks like they ready for me when they want it I’m waitin

Them boys ain’t hungry like me dawg I’m starving

I spent all these nights hooked to mics I was charging

Just wait till I pull oba. Out of the oven

I’m coming for blood tell your **** what’s coming

Just wait till I pull oba. Out of the oven

I’m comin' for blood tell your **** what’s coming

Just wait till I pull oba. Out of the oven

I’m comin' for blood tell your **** what’s coming

My ambitions as a rap ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

Always wishin' I could be that ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

My ambitions as a rap ****

Always wishin' I could be that ****