Blaim

I've got my toes in the sand Sitting making plans

I Got my foes on the lamb, them motherfuckers ran huh

I'm switching lanes like I'm bowling, 30 deep I'm rolling

In the alleyway smoking, master peices I'm composing

in my brain, everybody always claims

jokr is insane, but they never felt this pain, who's to blaim

Not my teachers, not my parents, not the preacher

Not the drug dealers who made me into this creature

I'm to blaim it's the game, got to comfortable with fame