I guess I done fucked up ****

I'm sick of dealing with these fuck ****

Fraudulent, only front ****

Tryna stunt but the truth is their just sus ****

And I don't mean to be ignorant, but I call it like I see it

All this fake beef making me squeamish

If its not real, then I purge it once I eat it

Have you ever seen pieces?

Cause I only seen glimpses

It don't make me less or more of a man cause I'm not that narcissistic

I'm just being realistic

Give the paper graphite stained kisses

Got a girl but the studios a mistress

Recording is pleasure the product is business

Have you ever seen 5AM? 6AM? Like its replay?

Writing verses to vent but the truth is youre just mad at your DJ?

Sold my soul on eBay for some DMT got it back in three days

I would give these other rappers more leeway but egos got me feeling oh so meanly

So I took the leash off, spitting cheat codes

Toss a verse up like its nothing more than free throws

My roots less ill than illegal

But I try to do good don't you see oh oh oh

Transmit my discography to the stars

If you want life to respond from beyond the surface of mars

I Watched my homie smoke a Lucy

While I'm looking at the diamonds in the sky

Exhale the bad vibes profusely

Trying to take all the good into my life