Woah baby. Beats, yeah I smoke ‘em like daps. Dab me up, I’m ready for the attack. May of relapsed. But I’m coming back mad. Madder than before. Big Matt, Matt back. Lifting to heavy but won’t break, Building back, Ready to snap. Grind on the mind, Money in the pocket, Iller then I once was. On point like a decimal. Turning point was these chemicals. Was almost a vegetable. Realized real quick I’m flexible, Not edible, Just capable. Pain made me into a bull. Bully, Bully the bull till he finds his tail, Stop chasing the red, Puffing the chest, tryna stand out from the rest. Remember the little things enjoy them, before it’s over ya head. Quick to die, But don’t race to death. To in-depth. Call my Johnny dep. cause I’m coming for my head with the pen. Fighting finding the only me, one who had friends. Had it all before, But I thought I knew best. Was over my head, Now noticed, serving the notice, Evicting the thought in my head. Who once held power over everything I said. Kill him. Release him. We want to speak to the dead. Calling spirits, Calling louder. Making it clearer. We’re not screaming at a mirror. Just the old of the best. Laid to rest, Put him on test. Getting ambition, drive and pride back, All with one pin. I don’t give a shit whatcha say whatcha don’t. Call it drugs. Ima call it him. Itch at the wind, Dirt beneath the skin, Let the old you win. This you’re own battle, You’re the bull, not cattle, The king of the castle. Rip out the lassole, And get back the big bastard. You can say what you want about me. Right or wrong, you’re probably right. I am not saying I’m perfect, But I came a hell of a long way- And the grind gives me purpose. I’m comfortable with you’re opinion, Even if we disagree- I need family by my side, Even if we don’t share the same beliefs. I know I’m wrong, I gotta lotta problems- and I’m running down the clock. Time never stops, But as long as I’m better then the day before, It’s not considered a loss. The world was created in a week, But we never question how long it took to create the one we call god. Gotta lotta trauma, got a lot drama. Ticking time bomb waiting to blast off. Take off- Take charge- Wake up- Move on- Off from one. I’m onto to some. But every day building up my strength while avoiding the clock- It’s parta the reason my brain never stops. I’m living wrong, brains fogged- Brains on- One- Brain gone- Brainstorm ways to make up. Instead of burning the days out. Forget the brain rot, Mind fog, God, Wrongs, Clocks, Dots.
