Am livin it real shaping my passion, imah make it profession , You yell on the mic with no lyrical composition, You ain't fit for competition, i kill every beat i meet like a souja on a mission, Rap got my intuitions ,guess am a lyrical equation,., Am rising in a world of fame, So back stabers , be on your lane ,of shame, Am here to PLEASE my name, NOT for a joke, in this rap fame, Who's ganna be the next big name, WHEN these rappers are going so lame, "Hip hop is dead" so what or who to blame, YET all we know , everything is a game, Our mother earth of no pain no gain, shower me with blessings my life is plain,