From writing poems and thinkin imma go show em

I’m really on something new and you **** cannot condone it

I’m really flowing and going

I’m rapping until the morning

My man this finally my moment and the skills are finally showing

My potential through the roof so high god sees it too when I get on a roll there's nothing you can really do

I mean I guess you can't

But don't let that stress you man

I am so murderous when it comes down to me and this pen

I’m spitting bars

Tryna get up on the interstate

I woke up feelin like

The coldest **** in the world today

I really kill it

Give a damn if you feel it

I’m too hard for most

So it’s bout time you witness

My cold skill

On my way to a mill

I’m tired of being broke

I’m tryna end up on that hill

Far away from the drama

Constantly counting commas

I really gotta win

Cuz I done dealt with my karma

I was the lil kid jus spittin raps dating way back

To when I played xbox

And couldn’t shake that

I was vertically challenged

But ball I still played that

But now i’m spittin verses

Jus tryna snap ya head back

I was on the court

Thought I was quicker than lightning

Thought I was so good

I tried to ball like iverson

But then I found out that I was good

At rhyming when

My skills was steady showing

Steady growing like saibomen

This is lyrical supremacy

So when i get on my wave

I’ll make sure that they remember me

Cuz you are not a friend of me

You won’t take my energy

My bars’ll leave you stuck like chuck

Tryna run wit 2 left feet

Like he was at a medal meet

I’ll never repeat some of the things

That was said to me

Cuz at the end end day

I just took it and made a better me

Now these **** mad

Cuz I am what they said I wouldn’t be

I don’t really care what you think

Long as im true to me

I’m true to myself

I’m true to my health

I’m true to my fam

And soon be the fans

I’m really on top

And this time i’ll never get knocked

And you could understand that

I was never gon stop

I got these **** addicted

Like they been smoking the rock

You had ya chance to please the fans

Now i’m needing my shot

You can’t stop the rain

My hand filled with pain

You can’t be the king

And it’s my time to reign

Still confused what we call love

Missed calls i can’t pick it up

Win once it’s still not enough

Misguided yeah things get rough