4:45am

almost 5am and i just finished smoking

I'm hoping when i spit you taking notes and quoting

lungs broken with a thick coating likely why I'm croaking

I have spoken that means you remain silent and frozen

sippin purple potion til my vision blurred by motion

walls are wavy like the ocean, this path i should not have chosen

causing commotions my acidic raps are an example of corrosion

i deserve a promotion for my excessive devotion

to the rap game or should i say the trap game

shout out to guicci mane, wayne, and waka flocka flame

fools are numbing their brains with the crack cocaine

you should be ashamed hell its a waste of butane

you need to abstain and attain assistance

keep a distance from the governmental systems

havin visions of prisms my level of wisdom has risen

isn't it funny how under the moon light my wrist glisten

it ain't a nixon this rollie's bitchin

got more bars then a prison so hot they create friction

this musics an addiction but you don't cook it in the kitchen

once again i have spoken so you better all listen

or you'll be missin the story of my rise to glory

in the house like cory burnin in this purgatory

beat chef auditory, studio's the labratory

i present politeness poorly so sadly i'm not sorry