So here I stand,televise my dreams on a screen with no stand/I could tell it all and be more vivid but,Imma keep it strange just to spite rage The raps could get you high as Mac Miller & pose threats to your favs yet I ain't no J.Dilla/Weed from my dealer is my painkiller,stunt on a daily with killers that get jitters off pain Got my shit together like I ate bostik for lunch,All over their lips like Chapstick/A fucking G that pull strings,flying back home eyes down shut with no fucking wings A dream and a rand,these bars could get a nigga far passed stars & close to mars,red hot/Red dot typa shit,Slight flinch and that's the last shit you'll ever do,headstone Heading to my headstone with headphones on,headbutt my fate head-on/Get on with the programme,with karma you know it's either wedding bells or funeral programmes,bye you die bitch Poking holes on this bubble full of dead souls and dead presidents/Do what I do best and drop fly sick shit,bird flu they all need shots Lifetime supply of antibiotics in rap form,serve surgeon dressed metaphors and pose a druggie with 4 blunts lit/first aid kit in sight when I rap kid,Well respected I can turn a vet into a pet with lit eyelids and dehydrated flowers off the vase,feel the base/the voice too raspy,it's pacific waters down your girl's vagina when I rap bro Too silly,lucid dreams looking silky/I go Bolt when the whistle blows,find me chilling with birds chirping at the finish line Sleep is the cousin of death and yes bitch I'm the father/pamper my temper cause I'm a dapper rapper with better features,I need more features and more coffins space Sinning and spinning lies again,No lies bitch/My father left me fatherless,I'm all grown I need my father less A rebel with no cost,more heart frost/Fire lyrical bullets and watch a nigga bleed to death in his bloodbath,Now I got a stained conscious Imma need a bath