Everybody listen, my flowers gone missing

I'm losing my position, it feels like my pen isn't hitting

Like I've lost my precision, hard thoughts cause a division

Just a pause in my mission

Like I said, this shit isn't hitting

These flows that I'm ripping been lacking composition

That bodes well, and is coherent for the listen

Wishing that I could make it through recession

Wishing to make it out, but with one question

I can kill my mental state in seconds

Out of a million rappers, what makes me different?

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

Everybody listen; how am I different?

Trying to figure out what's unique 'bout my vision

My canvas, the paint, and my image?

The rage that was risen, the world been living

Through hell, no longer do well

It's feels like it cost a dollar a piece

For every breath of air that I breathe

Which means we gon' die for they greed

Fuck that, you can blow me 'til I leak

Like blood onto the streets, fuck police

When mud gets thrown in your face, don't retreat

Push past my limits

Shit, maybe that's why I'm different (different)

If I dream it, I can get it

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out

How am I supposed, 'posed to make it out