Come on my nigga you want this?
Whatever i think of and post it
Work to craft a raft and coast this
Nah i built a lab and motioned
My way into the act of ghosting
The testing of my psychosis
The ones only for the post tense
But i'm still goal-centric
And cocktails complimented
I can swell to competition
But most fail as opposition
Whether opp or opportunity i doubt i missed it
When you gon' drop some new shit
Come on little nigga i does this
I been running amok since
Yeah i been listening to niggas but
But really no one that can fuck with
Thinking you nicer than us
You've gotta be the luckiest
Thinking you knowing whats me
Yeah you been thinking you making the waves
Now go ahead and make a budget
You been holding on to old shit
Now granted its dope shit
But now you looking like you Moses
But you ain't changing my ships coursing
When you gon' drop some new shit
The page, the pain, the craft
I been so honored race the clash
Hoping you know what i pilot it for
Rapping is showing my cast as a corpse