All of that chatters just extra curricular

In particular, when im planning my future I don’t wanna hear no singular,

Hating ass nigga from the back sour like vinegar

When I write my stories I am the titular

And when I write a lyric I leave them questioning… cos that’s my signature

Ugh

Don’t need no solicitor, I know my rights so I won’t get trapped like prisoner

These bars heal my wounds like ligature

They wanna pic of me, they don’t wanna picture ya

And If we’re on the same line up then you’re a starter best know I’m the finisher

Finisher, finish him,

Thinks he’s about to blow put a pin in him

CD is dead I’m binning it

Find a beat I like I’m spinning it

spinning it, find a beat I like I’m killing it,

Killing it, find a beat I like write some rhymes and I’m billing it

I’ve been, chilling with the mandem I’ve been,

I’ve been, chilling with the gangdem I’ve been

I’ve been,

I’ve been, pulling all nighters I’ve been,

I’ve been, putting out fires I’ve been

Chilling with the mandem that’s where I’ve been

Chilling with the gangdem that’s where I’ve been

Pulling all nighters that’s where I’ve been

Putting out fires that’s where I’ve been

Lyrically skinning em, 1,2,3 I’m pinning em

Dont play ball but right now 5 star skilling em

Wanna get rid of em

Leave the game to the ones who take a piece of their mind and don’t mind digging in

Further inside their brain to give us their pain without Ritalin

Everyone’s so medicated,

And I feel like my head can’t take it

Pills for pains an even trade till you’re brain feels wasted

Fiend for the codeine when the migraine seeps in your head and spreads like weeds

But they ain’t ready for that tea

Migraine Mowgli

Do what I want not what they told me

Entered the scene I was feeling lonely

Now I enter the room and mandem act like they know me

Act like they homies, Yh they feel so cozy

In the end, it’s just me and my broskies