Split

I think i finally found myself without no help

Cause all of my emotions fell off this shelf

I'm kinda melted down like a little bit of uranium

They try to slow me down, but your boy been racing them

I'm pacing them, Cop my 44 take 6 shots, now i'm replacing them

This young dude a killer, they don't know what to say to him

Metaphors in his brain, but them boys tried erasing them

But he's a strong young man, not scared of any body

Showing up at the station just flourishing in a hobby

He's no goon, He never ran from the copies

nott sparking up a blunt not rolling ganji

Flexing on the stage looking like jumanji

He yearns to rule the game like it was a regime

No time for rest but he still finds sleep

Takes the words from his mind and writes them on a sheet

Young man shepardhing all his lost sheep

Young man know everything is bleak.

Young man know everything is bleak.

 

Nightmares in the dark so deafenen

The homies always wonder why he resting in.

But you don't rest in peace, Until you get a piece

Then you only get meat like you only get beef

 

They say there's no rest for the wicked, so I sleep all day

Find myself in these words then I bake them like clay

These raps I hope you see, matter of fact I pray

Cause sometimes the best way to go is to stay

No matter how much I play, this game will always stray

So until that day, when I get a pay,

I'm gonna spring out the seasons like May

Until i'm bold enough to say

" Fuck fake friends, fuck my enemies, and all of y'all that kin to me,

The ones taking shots behind my back like they was a friend to me

Nah, you all just frienemies", So i keep y'all close

Hoping for the day you see me strike a pose

Hoping you see my countless post of jewels and all my fans

Talking shit bout your favorite bands. shit.

I'm talking my shit, I'm tired of all your shit

Don't call me fam, if you throw me in pit

Cause next time I get out, I won't take a hit

I punch right through fame with a one way ticket

Then like Nuclear fission, i'll split.