My goal is quite simple, My missions more sensitive than lady nipples, Imma skeet in the cheek and watch it gather in her dimples, I would see her next week but my schedules full in the middle, Blocking haters they weak, put them fools in a memo, They say they stuntin on fleek, and runnin on me yet they’re addy’s where I’m billing my demo, Walkin around sayin bullshit like bimbo, That’s ok my lyrics shut em up like kimbo, One two three four et cetera ten, There is the door your stuffs in the bin, That hospital bill is gonna make a big dent, Maybe next time don’t block shit with ur chin, While you’re hear go ahead and listen a bit, Like a good bitch be humble and sit, A lot of you lyin bout the things that you say, Sayin that you sacrifice every day, Man it must be nice living a lie ppl praise, I hope that karma is forgiving when you pay, Or you could be productive in life and change, If you say your stuck just know it’s your prison where you lay, All you have to do is find the key in your heart and set free all the chains, Then learn to tame your demons and keep them at bay, So many ideas how do I spread them out, Handfuls at a time and wait for them to sprout? So much depth i feel too proud, Only I can’t stand to hear my own sound, It’s like poison is what sprinkled down, As soon as my ideas surpassed the ground, Gone with the wind along with the hounds, If you listen they call out loud, Focus attention as the howling pounds, Erupted inflictions showering towns, Building tension yet quietly listen while they lounge on the couch The hate is tangibly stout, It’s my big debut, Sprinting to save you, That’s me to my reflection, Standing there dazed at the complexion, Deep within my eyes, Makes me go blind like I’ve contracted a sty, Why? Why? Why can’t I cry? My heart isn’t stone and as far as I know neither am I, All I hear are these lies but they’re all in my head from deep within the simplicity of the brain cells bullshit, There’s something else, Ik that’s a fact it can clearly be felt, Like the feeling of wearing a championship belt I have a coat on my heart keeping it warm, If it wasn’t for Christ it would never be worn, When he died he granted it the ability to never be torn, Knitted it personally for us before we were born,