Beast mode ready, Money on confetti, Hard work sealed me in Rap Fame forever, Climbed from the bottom, Fought 'em in the middle, Rose to the top from the scars Little by little, Tough to reach the followers Started 'em with a nickel, Before I spit the fire It all started with sizzles, Told myself I had to be sick Den a hospital Joined a tournament and won hard to struggle with that is in my mind to make sure to get mine hard to struggle with my soul to lett things go had to struggle to hold back my hate and not blow back at wich i had no control now speaking on my mind its a place so dark and deep youd have to live how i cant sleep evan if you could i wouldnt want you to i love my nightmares i never wana wake up from my personal piece now speaking on my soul something hard to describe have a hard time pure bit yet so black so much hate you wouldn't understand evan if god and the devil came to make you and show you my plan. now if if it were up to me i wouldn't hold back my hate but they keep me on a chain always in a cage for the safety of the world is at risk me being free