I like doing things my way,

I like doing things my way, It’s hard to compromise, I tell them boys ketchup, Like French fries, Feel like Mr. West I gotta big ego, Cuz I make it look easy Free throw, I’m like hold up Let me humble myself, When I was a beginner, I wanted some help, Ok first of all You got to be yourself, Let the game choose you Play the hand you're dealt, Be confident not arrogant, That’s important, Mean what you say And your verses will be scorching, Last but not least You got to get your swag on, You’re unique it’s ok if you say the words wrong, It’s no proper way to speak It’s no English class, Make sure you clear enough And your message get passed, If you got all that Then you don’t need my help, Just hop on the beat And whip it like a belt. In the shadows where the whispers play, I navigate the night, got my own parade, Countin' blessings, but I’m never afraid, Got my vision locked, never gonna fade. Rolling deep, my crew’s like a masquerade, Life’s a game, but I’m never gonna trade, Chasin' dreams, while the night serenades, In the dark, I’m the light that invades. Movin' stealth, like a ghost in the fray, Paint the picture vivid, let the colors sway, Heart of a lion, let the haters dismay, I’m the architect, building my own way. Feel the rhythm in the pulse of decay, I’m the king of chaos, in this grand ballet, Words like daggers, cut through the cliché, Life’s a canvas, and I’m here to spray.