Been locked into the streets since the beginning of school, Walked with that life before it ever was cool. Learned how to pack raw and operate between moves, Was never a straight-A student, but best believe I got E’s. Money makes the rules. From weed to Percocets, Molly and lean, Coke, then speed, my demons stay feeding on me. Living so recklessly, Always getting the best of me. But people see me and say, “It must be sweet.” Selfish mindset, if I don’t profit from it, Then it ain’t nothing to me. Just a calculated fiend of a human being, Chasing collard greens. Trying to make it through the week. I’m not weak, I’m just moving at my speed. If you don’t have ambition then just don’t speak. Better come with references or refreshments, ’Cause if you don’t, I’ll tell ya dip low key. Real quick, not illiterate, I’m ready to speak, But my patience runs thin, so choose how you speak. I got a demon in me, he don’t sleep, he just thinks, Turns a thought to a plot, then he plots how I think. Got a mind full of mazes and a mouth full of venom, Every sentence got a sentence, every word got a weapon. I been living in the margins, where the lost souls meet, With the weight of my past putting dents in the beat. I don’t walk with the crowd, I make the pavement retreat, Got the devil doing double takes when he hears my heartbeat. I’m cold with it, calculated, cut from a different cloth, Every loss became a lesson, every lesson came at cost. I don’t need a crown, I put the kingdom in my thoughts, Turn a nightmare to a language and make the whole beat talk. Demon on the mic, but the pen stays surgical, Words bend, meanings split, every bar got a vertical. I can be your doctor or your nocturnal enemy, Patch you up at midnight, then become your worst memory. Write prescriptions with the pen, every verse another remedy, Diagnosis: chronic pressure, with a case of insanity. I turn symptoms into syllables and call it my anatomy, No stethoscope, I hear the heartbeat through the bass naturally. Take the pulse of every bar, put the rhythm in its place, If the track needs a cure, I’m the medicine it takes. But if you came looking for peace, you picked the wrong escape, I turn pain into a language and make the whole room vibrate.
