I started in the game
on the grind and I still am
All of it off the sweat on my back
without a deal man
Spit it real and treat em like
protected areas in Alaska
Cause they about to know the drill man
So fuckin' illy that I got to pop
a pill again Adderall
X all 20 or 30 milligrams
Gotta stay focused
in the land of opportunity
Prepared for any twist and turn
that anybody threw at me
Grew to be a beast learned
it all up in the cypher
All off the top slaughtered
90% of you writers
Regardless of my fuckin'
heritage and nationality
I grew up decapitating anybody
who battled me
Rapping rapidly ain't nobody be lapping me
Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of me
An alcoholic but fuck it homie I'd rather be
Liquored up not giving
a fuck and living lavishly
On the go hard diet I burn calories
Setting fire to mics til the melted
plastic and ash you see
I've lost my marbles somebody
should straight jacket me
Latch it and throw the key in the deepest
part of the blackest sea
Toss me on an island like fuckin'
Survivor casted me
And still I'll make it back
and make every hater a casualty
Running Connecticut
shouts to my homie Apathy
And shouts to everyone
who supported me on my path to be
Successful in one way or an
other cus grammatically
They know no one could fuck
with my metaphorical masterpiece
Got the fuckin' Grim Reaper coming after me
The good die young someone
show me where the casket be
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Nobody fuckin' with my flow man
Modern day Comanche swords
swinging in both hands
Hip hop is all I know man dank
Bitches to Chronic 2001
motherfuckin' Slow Jam
Keep grinding til the day
that Webby holds the belt
Make my haters sit the fuck
down Franky Roosevelt
With that polio flow homie
I'm dope as hell
Captain of my movement and
I'm treating all of my soldiers well
My fans know I won't give rhyming a rest
And I mean that from
the left side of my chest
I got heart so all you
motherfuckers step your game up
Me with a microphone is like
Bob Ross with a paint brush
All you lame fucks getting
pummeled from the waist up
I don't need a cheap shot
to leave your raps laid up
Shane Mosley with punches
fuckin' your face up
Eating at roofs Chris now
let me raise the stakes up
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried
I keep on moving forward
With my head held high
I do this shit forever or at least until I die
Ain't no use in stopping
I got nothing left to hide
I do this shit forever
You couldn't stop me if you tried