Spitting Lyrical poetry/from the Crack of my voice you know it's me/no battery pack so no one controlling me/I belong to GOD so no one one owning me/just looking for a window/so I can bring all my kin folk/but it ain't that simple/this ain't no Nintendo/real life/real shit/people claiming do or die/just to get hit/the fire in my eye/should tell you I'm him/but the fire in my mind/will have you singing another hym/I ain't with the drama/I keep a pin of lama's/stay getting commas/so I can get real disrespectful chillin in the Bahamas with somebody momma///they say disrespect/comes from neglect/I've seen someone pull a tech/over losing a bet/but try me and get checked/decked/or slept/so much talking loud/to much backing out/my minds in the clouds/with the sp mex///I don't care what no one say/GOD willing I'm here to stay/ain't with the games/so no I don't play/throw dirt on my name/and get laid in the grave/ where you stay/it all started with a bang/I'm to far ahead yall can not compete/fuck you mean/why you tryna play with me/like I said earlier in this r.h.y.m.e/ this ain't no g.a.m.e/man some day/I just wann chill on a Monday/walk out on my patio smoke a blunt no excitement everything mundane/and just forget about the fame/I've already dug my hole/but JESUS paid the tole/so I get to make it out with my soul///they say disrespect/comes from neglect/I've seen someone pull a tech/over losing a bet/but try me/and get checked/decked/or slept/so much talking loud/to much backing out/my minds in the clouds/with the sp mex///