Beast Mode

Beast mode I ain't got a equal Blind from the weed smoke High and I speak dope Try to compete foes Fry like I'm the stove Cry in my sleep though Rhyme like a cheat code Everything I s sacrificial Violins and grabbing tissue You don't really want it baby girl I got daddy issues When I was a lad wit dimples To compensate for having pimples Grabbed the mic And decided I'd rap official But my status little Will i expand it Well time will tell I can only hope The next word i write that i find myself But when you spend so much time occupied If your rhyming well It makes a state of mind I've realized that i am a shell It's called posturing Bad habit fostering Poor mental health In the cypher Makes monster men Sore but in stealth So the scars i got lots of 'em A bunch of Mutha fuckers I know But not a lot of friends Got a pen, so I can Some a L, jot down stuff Say a bunch of bullshit Hoping i sound tough Chasing brass rings Don't catch 'em Maybe that stings But I'm too cool to express All the hatred that brings And still I'm riding It probably only on the surface though I'm still in hiding But i ain't lost the plot yet Fuck a law But I will abide it Why the fuck these comedians sounding Like Bill O'reilly I ain't got time for all this Bizarro shit I'm just killing time Wonder when the narc gon tip The cops pulled up Hopped out the car so quick Wit more big guns Than John and Nardo wick Who want smoke with me I don't even hold a piece I'm sorta like the dude on the couch I'm just rollin weed I ain't ever phased It's exactly what i hoped it be I am at peace I will tell you this And now so it seems