First things first my mom left me I have to stay calm Dont want to die just yet I still got problems to fret about My sweat comes from my head Like you comeing at me and saying a threat Regret your acts I impact your record For the shit ive been though I grit my theeth sometimes wishing I would die And sometimes rhymes are not here How am I artist Im not even artist But to be honest I spit the sharpest lyrics But I dont know physics I dont do gimmicks You dimwits dont know im good or not After that you smoke a ton of pot This is my story Its like a purgatory The glory is not here And im siting back in a steel chair