You talking to a nigga like I was a gold digger this mic is like my gun and I'm bout to pull the trigger I'm the Nas town jigga Who's this lame nigga's showing the middle finger I'm the crazy ass rapper you can't comprehend Wondering why I'm going bigger Ain't no time to compromise we don't think alike I'm weird as fuck and when I talk they be asking smallz elaborate I'm too good it ain't no brag they wanna collaborate Made my first record on my phone and everybody wow as they come to rate I ain't even proud of my work coz I ain't done nothing yet I'm about to start so get ready for the illest master piece I'm bout to craft I'm crossing that thin line between love and hate But this is something I came for so open the gate This is my fate for I know that I'm bout to be great This is not a debate,, I ain't here to be fake I just hope that you can relate, you should await But when I'm done I hope you don't overrate Just Gimme the credit I deserve on a silver plate I'm not yet even on my illest state Not on my prime see I just wanna rhyme Taking my time to perfect every line It's not a crime if I be here writing for a dime I see higher that's no mountain that I can't climb It's no spirituality when I write I'm too sublime When I'm spitting nigga's they be so surprise My pen over flowing fluid never get dries Mic sparking as my brain supplies Talking bout my life with so much pain in my eyes It hurts coz I never did but I had to pay the prize Grew up in a society filled with so