Done

i was fucking deplorable a proportional rapper i was put in the crapper

i understand why nobody gave a damn and i thought i was the son of sam,

i was a hologram cause i wasn't really there all i had was prayer people

saying i was shit cause i couldn't spit, fuck them, i split their necks into,

on my avenue i was called an idiot and imbecile it was a miracle that i didn't

go into delusion but i learned that this fusion of rhymes i've been saying in my

head could shoot any nigga dead, my name has than spread overhead

my haters have fled i sped to my shed to write some lines, i don't fucking do

this for fun at one point none is the only word i knew there wasn't shit i could

do people said that i spew fucking repulsive and non productive rhymes

i've been told i'd turn into a bum with the sum of zero, there wasn't a fucking hero

in my life except for god he's the one that i stood by when i was full of envy

and a belly of jealousy that is all i could see, rarely i was happy i was getting

violent and testy, lost all of my battles but these saddles haven't been hooked up

right, i'm gonna get back on track whether i die trying this rap has been implying

that my name will be undying i'm also clarifying that i am done with all this

bullshit of me looking bad and substandard cause i have a new standard

i was overly violent it made me sick and whack i was talking to much about

click clacking this glock i was made to be a mock i went into shock

i would never unlock the key of rap, why was i suck crap slowly i am putting

myself on the map,

cause i am fucking done of being none