Yeah… I talk to myself too much, wonder if I still got it Not lookin’ for praise just haunted Every verse is a bomb threat, heart full of conflict Last drop was dope, don’t know if I can top it So I pace, doubt creeps in slow Got ten ideas, but none of ‘em go Like my brain got froze in the arctic snow And I keep second guessin’ what I already know I’m a savage with a notebook, masochist Tearin’ up lyrics I ain’t even passed off yet It’s tragic how I chase magic Then rip it to pieces ‘cause it don’t match the last shit I could phone it in like most of these clowns Crank out trash just to feed the crowd But I ain’t wired like that, I’m stubborn as hell You can hear the strain in my stomach when I yell I built this off scars and sleepless nights Ain’t a soul in this game that bleeds like I I could coast, sure but I never did Every joint I dropped had a part of my ribs That’s why they play it on loop, why it hits that hard It ain’t art if it don’t tear you apart I don’t give a fuck if it charts or not It’s truth to me so I spit it raw With the voice of a specter with the heart of a riot Face to the wind, never quiet You can stare in my eyes, I don’t blink or hide it You gon’ see pain and a blade behind it I don’t care if they play it or post it If I love it, I’ll hit send and ghost it Never begged for a cosign, never once tried To ride any wave, I just broke tides Still I get blocked by doubt Like a dream that’s sweet but your teeth fall out Thoughts stack up, brain screams too loud Can’t breathe, can’t write, can’t filter it out… Yeah, and they always ask me why I vanish Right after I drop something manic Like “why’d you let it fade?” you had it Man, I don’t plan this I panic You think I don’t know I’m wastin’ gold? You think I ain’t burnt out from the weight I hold? My own brain plays games I can’t control I freeze at the edge of a volcano I erupt And the fans? Some of them switched up Wishin’ I never made tracks with guts They only want the version of me that fit Their belief box with a pre-built script But I meant every word when I snapped like that I ain’t tryna retract I’m just more than that You dig through my past and you’ll see the map Of a poet, not a puppet with a plastic mask Still, I get heat from the old day ones Like “you sold out bro,” yeah okay son If you knew me, you’d know that I never once Cashed in on this don’t even promote my stuff I drop it and dip, I don’t milk this craft I don’t spam no links, don’t beg for cash Yeah, the tip jar’s there, but I never asked So if that’s what you mad at, kiss my ass When I say shit, I mean it Ain’t tryin’ to turn thoughts into pieces of green I’m tryna wake you up, not sell you dreams Ain’t tryna be liked I’m tryna be free And the worst part? They lump me in With a bunch of half baked, half assed men If you think it’s you? It probably is I don’t care go ahead, get pissed You might say some of the same things I spit But you ain’t got the soul or the weight in it I break bones for the way I write You break tone when you fake insight Say what you want, but I bend steel Every line I lay got a dent you feel Even if you hate what I said on wax You know damn well I can rap, that’s facts I never did this to be surface level I cracked dirt with a rusted shovel Went deeper than most dare crawl Made every track like a seminar hall I fact-checked rants, studied angles Mapped every take like a field full of landmines tangled That’s why I drop slow it ain’t a gimmick I don’t fake nothin’ just to stay prolific This ain’t theater, this ain’t scripted This is blood and bone, every sentence vivid And this trash subgenre they praise? It makes me want to cave my face ‘Fore I ever get roped into that place Where it’s clout and trends and no real stakes
