Running out of juice, feels like it'd never be helped

Figuring out how to maintain the level it sells

Although it wasn't part of the deal, it must be dealt

Can't feel no pressure, and that alone is pressure itself

Tends to be numb to the voices, but now I'm hearing it

It don't make sense to me how this piled up like pyramids

A passion is a burden for sure, and I swear it is

Squeezing the paper, and I ended up tearing it

Too many crumpling, OMG, he's crumbling

"Have you really been wanting it?" You tell me, it's humbling

My drive's not promising, not even when you pluck a string

I couldn't sing, I lost the zing, this scrolling stinks, get off the screen

Wheels about to fall off, should I insist to stomp the gas?

The fuel I need is priceless, it couldn't be bought by cash

But it would cost me less to simply get off the bed

It all begins with the itch, for you to start from scratch

Let the process come through you, result comes with that

Have to earn every bit of it for you to cross the gap

Fill all that space with ink till it becomes a spotless pad

To have that certain pick, you'd be needing a lot of drafts

And what is there to be pumped for? My job's awful

And fuck mottos, this shit sucks and it's not subtle

Unsure of what's to come next and what follows

To top it off, I'm in the middle of rock bottom

Just one fucked up thought and my routine is affected

Didn't mean to neglect it, I'm tryna see what I'm blessed with

It'd only take a single turn so I'd seize the advantage

That way I could release all the tantrums and start wreaking havoc

I know who the fuck I am, I'm the sickest emcee

The possibilities that's within me is really deep

Till infinity, but what's beyond is symmetry

'Cause in the end, it's still the same, I am him and he is me

While I'm yappin' 'bout what I did, somebody wants to do it better

So I gotta make it quick, flip the switch, and lose the pressure

Fucking spit, just be it, be confident and do not let up

'Course it is appropriate to do all this or you gon' never

Have that fulfillment, I might as well just be that psycho

'Cause I'm way past that phase to have my idols be my rivals

I'm already at the point where I am feeling entitled

'Cause I am seeing my rivals starting to treat me their

Ahhhh, how could I let go of this?

It's the only shit that I'm the dopest at, too cold for it

I do shit that you cannot get over with, my condolences

Felt like I was born for this, I might as well grow old with it

Now it's happenin', I'll pursue

What I'm after, no time to lose

Back the fuck up, I'm after you

I am already on pursuit

Fuck who y'all think is more in tune

I'm above of the number 2

Crossin' over y'all, Uncle Drew

Be the author like Dr. Seuss

Of my own story, do it for glory

If that makes you worry, then I'm so sorry

I guess all it took was to get crazy at least

Just vent out a little so I could take in the heat

I'm all set