[Verse 1]
Yah, I kick my feet up with this rap shit
Y'all need to relax quick
Pathetic, tryna change what you meant to say like an asterisk
I keep my past behind me, don't mean you won't get your ass kicked
And bitch smacked like your dad did to your mama when you wore Pampers
In a fashion, you’d wrestle with rationale
But the moment you left the house
Wanna drown him in a canal
Put the pistol up to his mouth
So he’d shut the fuck up aloud for a moment
Wish they had fucking disowned you now blacking out for a moment
Gotta run from suspicion
Keen senses from hyper-vigilant stretched intuition became your first inhibition
In this movie of life, you probably could never audition
Can't use no college tuition, predisposition is scripted
Look, feeling so worthless but worth a mention now
For rhyming in a world full of paid actors with hand me downs
That bend down to you other rap actors that act as gatekeepers
For shit to rap about wonder why niggas laughing now at my craft
Sit in back of my class while my cheeks are grinning I laugh
And I pay attention how sad I'm making your life in a flash of my newest lines
Consider how I find time to make sure that I unwind
While damaging your lung, spine, and other bodily confines
As violent as Columbine when I find the words to combine
And my minds a high-rise, a sly guy, unwilling to compromise
While I skydive and nosebleed down the poll of public opinion that I climb
Yah, I kick my feet up with this rap shit
Y'all need to relax quick
Pathetic, tryna change what you meant to say like an asterisk
I keep my past behind me, don't mean you won't get your ass kicked
And bitch smacked like your dad did to your mama when you wore Pampers
In a fashion, you’d wrestle with rationale
But the moment you left the house
Wanna drown him in a canal
Put the pistol up to his mouth
So he’d shut the fuck up aloud for a moment
Wish they had fucking disowned you now blacking out for a moment
Gotta run from suspicion
Keen senses from hyper-vigilant stretched intuition became your first inhibition
In this movie of life, you probably could never audition
Can't use no college tuition, predisposition is scripted
Look, feeling so worthless but worth a mention now
For rhyming in a world full of paid actors with hand me downs
That bend down to you other rap actors that act as gatekeepers
For shit to rap about wonder why niggas laughing now at my craft
Sit in back of my class while my cheeks are grinning I laugh
And I pay attention how sad I'm making your life in a flash of my newest lines
Consider how I find time to make sure that I unwind
While damaging your lung, spine, and other bodily confines
As violent as Columbine when I find the words to combine
And my minds a high-rise, a sly guy, unwilling to compromise
While I skydive and nosebleed down the poll of public opinion that I climb
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