Numbers Jumping

watch me as i show face like the hands of a clock but any wrist watch that id rock that shit will never tik-tok

fuck the fifteen seconds of fame my rhymes are here to forever remain cuz i keep spiting bars that get harder by day

why should i just walk away they can say whatever they say ill never give a fuck about their claims

as i murder beats till im layin in the grave instrumentals that i play aint dyin' in vain ill maintain a lane one way to fame

An just keep grinding away everyday the rap games never a place where ill hop train I’ll never be derailed of the tracks

im sicker than covid Nineteen combined with the black plague ill never go unnoticed in this rap game and the aftermath

as ill keep a slaughterhouse tamed beast compared to the kinda hype beast i will uncage maybe I’m mentally deranged

 

its like im back with a ill mind all over again looking like hopsin's scribbling all over this page in a blind rage to raw

to not be uncut and uncaged breaking free from these chains call me the devil and god all in one place

trying to occupy the same space ill take over this rap game and the human race im pasted setting a pace

they'll chase call me the whole race like im still keepin' aces up my sleeve i dont give a fuck what any one of you believe

im straight focused only on chasing the cheddar an cheese but a fat chance you'll find any rats amongst these phat stacks

watch my bank roll lift off an skyrocket with greenbacks like plenty a peso's, im a make dollars on your cents just to break pence

just to make change then whatch all the fakes start to jump fence prolly to their deaths

 

call it hell again like i said bitches i aint delicate a the hell with it im done being dealt this shit hand

ima hold a royal flush and call any mother fucker on a mic out on their bluffs a diamonds always raw

and uncut coming out of the rough but once cut its nothing but blazing fire from whatever microphone

I devour and touch like no one knows nothing about me fuck being paid by the hourly im still standing

killing this shit im beyond a rap prophecied prodigy i only see one throne no other place to sit

For any fake rappers see who claim to be bossed up and hot shit logically they just not its like they're

just pop fizz fuck a pop quiz ill never be contested call me one of the best exempt from the tests

i pass the shit with flying color's kids when they be to busy coloring by numbers like some dumb shits

Would be i wont ever be fucked with keeping a gauge that'll buck quick ahhh so fuck this they should just quit