Yea not the right time Or the right place I’ve been in my prime for like nine days Got a clear my mind I got mind haze I don’t even rhyme with the right phrase I’ve been trying to hide In a wide maze Put away my pride For some side praise Now I have arrived To design phase They just told me I am a psycho They just told me Im looking quite old They know that my rhymes are like fine gold They know that I shine as the time goes Call me maestro Call me itsy-bitsy Teenie weenie polkadotted bro I’ve been driving fast because I’m not slow Put it in the past you cannot grow Whoa cam just went off Is he rapping like this on a 3 to 4 beat Yeah look at all the Colors on my wrist watch ROLEY got others looking Dislodged Now They have to struggle to Exist now leaking out there udders Like a sick cow Trembling in the covers Like a sick child I got bricks now I just told my mother that I am ticked now Trying to recover Like I’m Mewtwo To try to rediscover What I’m used to I don’t like this country I salute to I don’t like this money I am reduced to Every time I mob I got smoke Pass to cam cam Cuz the legends spoke Catch the alleyup then I windmill Hit a double cross Then I spin drill Cameron got them in a spin wheel I know that you noticed that I’ve been real You know that my flow with violin is ill You can tell it go When every sentence pasts Got you looking Like you finish last On my worst day I still spaz