When I was growing up I couldn’t focus much Never knowing what life could bring So I kept smoking up In that herbal Going under every hurdle Still go home put in a beat And murder it of that am certain Forever working trying to master the perfect wording As the darkness behind is lerking But fuck that Asking as I’ve got my pen and pad I won’t stop creating raps Until I master the craft An art form pacasso couldn’t match An art for an arsonist couldn’t spark I’m always trying to spit flame Strip a rhyme down structure it up and spray Me myself and I I’m trying to make a name if I put the work in Maybe one day I’ll be Chilling like a villain Making a killing in a big house big pool With sexy women I’m in em for ever sinning Always winning But until then I’m trying to see what part I’m paying Friends arnt the same Stuck in dark days Praying to escape Give them a hand And they snake on my name I see 2 face I’m not a joker I just see straight You still wanna mates Ha You outta the loop I got nothing to prove Except on a forward move Trying to improve Biatchhh