Ever since a toddler I was mentally a grown man Running through the halls jacket pocket full of contraband And I know she got a man, pa** it to the homie Cuz my city getting crazy they k**in over these hoes B I look around and I see all these horrors, nothing left for us So I just thought I'd start writing the chorus The verses, and cursin hoping that my momma don't hear She still see me as her lil baby and she holding me dear But I don't see what she be seeing when I look in the mirror If she knew half of the sh** she probably die from the fear It's real I can't lie when I'm spittin my heart I told y'all that from the start, before this weed got sparked I got the bars but I got homies who be chilling behind em Hope I can find him when I'm breaded and maybe show him the life and Let em know theres love Outside the corner and block You ain't got pull out the Glock when you ain't chasing the flock Just stop We elevated and getting self educated The schools would never teach us this I guess they be too afraid and Frankly I can do it on my own I sit it and watch as these b**hes switching to see throne Well that's my home And I'm coming for it Running for it Gunning for it With the metaphors Some sh** you never heard before You can get it boy I know I see you want some more I get underneath your words like a motherf**ing underscore Uuuah I'm never pa**ive I'm pa**in All of they a**es and grabbing At gold and know that I'm slashing Necks you and you next if you up in the way Man f** these rappers I'm tired of smiling in they face I verbally murder you Hurting you making sure that these people never heard of you Serving you put the pressure on present rappers they over do This term is overused but I;m too dope for all this sh** I turn into kamiaze calmly watching 'fore I f**ing flip The script, throw a fit this b**h should quit I'm sick of it They counterfeit I'll counter with a f**ing fist If they don't get the story's gist I'm fit to wear a crown now Bow down now I wanna blow by the pound now Lets have a pow wow But po po always clockin us Why we screaming f** 12 When we getting rushed I'm might write a f**in omnibus I'm ominous Thinking of rythms while I be on the bus I'm coming cuz Busting flows like if I was a blunderbuss I must get paid I can't live it no other way I got stress for days So don't wonder why I burn haze Grind for better days Until we sittin sideways Come and catch a fade I'm never sleeping I got rage Get uncaged when I'm with a pen Yeah b**h I'm set to win And I'm sorry if my words offend But grow a thicker skin I'm off the sh**s again Homie drunk a fifth of gin And baby this just the start I feel like I'm in a time warp