(intro: Claymore)

Say, man … It’s Claymore. Sometimes, I’m in bed, and how … I fuckin’ wake up, and I’m like, “Fuck, errthang stupid. I wanna go back to bed, sleep the stupid off.” It’s alright, though...

(verse 1: Claymore)

Yo, I’m like a flower forever waiting to bloom

Know better days on my path, but never making no moves

Lara Croft in the temple, it’s like I’m Raiding a Tomb

Digging through these rappers’ coffins, and then I’m taking ya jewels//

A **** off the block, self-medicated with rock

I never made it through college, but educated a lot

It’s okay if all the haters, they never gave me my props

Bear witness to my patience and dedication, just watch//

Don’t do the battle rapping, I rather have me some fun

Stack me a couple classics and have a dash with the funds

Clap me a fat ass from the back, have me a son

Sucka **** can’t scrap, so they happy clapping a gun//

I take my first steps and they celebrating my birth

I’m never wasting a breath when elevating my earth

**** hating and they stressing me, I’m just craving to burst

Haven’t made it to my death, but I’m awaiting the worst, like//

(hook: Claymore)

[Feel like shit is going wrong?] You know it’s alright

[Ain’t you got that drama in ya home?] You know it’s alright

[And that bitch keep going through your phone] You know it’s alright

I’m in this ho, and you know I’ma do it all night//

(verse 2: Claymore)

I drop gems on a whim, I rock Timbs

Tell these **** “kick along” the knowledge like Rakim

I know I ain’t the best, or not even top 10

But I spew volcanic ash and lava from my pen//

A prisoner that’s trapped in a brain cell

Living with no visitors and having to raise hell

Petitioning the listeners and asking you, “Pray tell,

But if you lacking vision then, how do you stay well?” Fa real//

We living on a globe that’s fulla **** and hoes

Amidst those that’s convinced that all that glitters is gold

New keys to ya whip, you cut the ribbons and go

Until you drive into a ditch, and to an infinite hole//

It’s like the end of ya soul, of course the devil’s in the details

Missed phone calls, loan sharks in ya emails

**** kill each other for the sake of the retail

Once drove myself crazy from chasing a female, like//

(hook)

(bridge: Claymore)

I know you feeling like you living in the past

You got that tunnel vision, look like shit is getting bad

You prolly frustrated and you feel like whipping ass

****, just stay focused and keep sticking to the path

Tell it to ya like//

(verse 3: Claymore)

It’s been forever, been putting shit in perspective

But my perspective is shit, I move in different directions

Like an effortless switch to when I’m spitting these letters

I’m professing this shit, but is **** getting the message?//

You tryna start a movement, then “Me Too”

You crack like crawfish, ‘cause you bitches is seafood

It’s coming to fruition, see, this shit is a preview

The feature presentation, ‘cause it means that I sneak you//

I ain’t thinking ‘bout no camera, but all I need is to focus

Life is fulla thorns, and all I see is the roses

I been down and out, and I had to sleep with the roaches

But I look up to the sky if I’m ever feeling so hopeless//

A brotha stay current wit’ flows as deep as the ocean

Thousand leagues beneath the sea, but yet, I feel that I’m floating

High above the waves, so I can see you approaching

I ain’t even praying, but you can peep the devotion, like//

(outro: Claymore)

Man, let me tell you sum’n. Sometimes, you on fire … I mean, you not, like, doing well or you on a winning streak or sum’n like that. Like you really on fire. Like somebody need to put you out. Like witta fire extinguisher and shit. Or maybe your booty itch, you know … and errbody looking at you, and you know you can’t scratch that mothafucka, so you gotta wait, and you look stupid as fuck, but it’s alright…