[Verse 1]
It's like I’m always thinking of a line
So I'm on the climb, just trying to live in my prime, but
Of course I miss all those gone in my life
But I don't cry, I’m glad they all existed in my time
I wasted many moments bottling it up
My emotions are pure and their knowledge is corrupt
I got the gritty raps know that they're pretty mad
Stop dick riding dead artists, all you necrophiliacs
You're on the small scale, I'm thinking bout the sicker picture
I'm paraplegic round you I can't kick it witcha
It's the “Mr. Fix Ya Mixture” with scriptures
Feelings rapid up and down more than the flow switch up
I show the love to those I trust, cause most are fucks
They know as such, I'm a go getter
I go get up, cause lately I’ve so fed up
With hoes and cunts but no letup to open dumps
I write some stanzas pick the frozen chunks
Cause you that it’s infectious like open cuts
The dopest stuff, in the heater warming up
Then buck em off, the straight shooter but I shrug it off
People drifted, like I never existed
Left me with my thoughts, got more explicit & some views shifted
I smoked once cause some peers were insistent
I'm never blunt not your highnesses don’t get it twisted (Aw fuck)
And I think it's plain to see
To say the least, your shit'll come crashing like a plane to sea
I'm famished for the game, leaving plates deceased
And they don’t think I got bars? I slay beats from A to Z (Zee)
(It's A to Z (Zed) you bitch)
Everybody wanna rumble on the page
Felt like my life was rougher than the stubbles on my face
But I come from the rubble of shit I overcame
Know it's strange, rapping till numb like Frank, Novacane

[Verse 2]
There's shit fucked in your brain if you think we flow the same
On most days I hear “Go away”
A nicer version, doesn't make a kinder person
I find it worsens, experiences all agree it's certain
Do it like STEEZ, came back with the freestyle
I'm Modern King Midas, and trust me I don't need a crown
I only hop on a track if the beat foul
Before I'd shoot my shot but now I'm on the rebound