S.K.A.T.E. Nerfonator (Ft. Korban Baxter)

[Verse 1]
Look, I'm an artist tryna part the skies with bars and rhymes
Always on the grind so I can't draw the line while I'm jottin' mines
A car can drive, but what's the engine without the gas?
These haters just fuel the fire so I'm never coming in last
Sparks fly when I start the song and I'm on the mic
I got some rides that when you park the car, the tires light on fire
Whipping corners in the foreign, shooting rhymes like dice
And it's kinda hard to find studio time
Cause I ain't got no label, I'm independent
And I got no intentions of quitting
So Imma keep twisting heads like an exorcism with my lyricism
Just a kid on his bed
Scribblin' writtens until I split the lead like a blade to a Smith and Wesson
Grip the tec and throw up a flare in a fit of rage
Now hold your cell phones in the air cause Imma hit the stage
My lungs are scorching, man, I take my own breath away
And I'm so ahead of my time, tomorrows are my yesterdays, uh
Better days, I know that you seen better days
Playing tennis with your head while I watch paper elevate, what
Don't try to belittle me, cause little do you see
I'm just leisurely spilling ether
And it just needs some—

[Hook]
Skill, knowledge, ability, time, and effort
I been at it for a minute, people thinking that they better
We stay grinding, never stop
Tryna work around the clock
I been gunning for the top
Peeling caps with my Beretta
Aye, said I ain't going places, look who's talking now
But if I trip while I'm skating, then I just walk it out