You hear this?!

I can't predict what my future holds

as I'm drivin down these lonley roads

and you know that my flows are gold

im comin off the top as this blunt gets rolled

Imma different typa rapper

I dont just talk, see I send them choppers at ya

im just tryna make you people listen

I can promise that my future will glisten

Man, I wish you people would listen

to the vision, to the darkness im givin in

when I die I ask god may I live again

but, maybe thats to much to ask

sometimes as humans we feel breakable

the demons in my head they're untameable

its real crazy how Im writin on these beats

record them then distribute to the streets

im really murdering this rap thing

I aint talkin about the strap thing

Im talking lyrical bullets

you said that I couldnt

Really thought that I wouldnt

When I fire them these rappers dispearse

I really gotta curse, truly murdering this verse

place you inna hearse, before you holler for the nurse

I dont like to converse you be gettin on my last nerve

Make it or take it, you rappers couldnt never break it

Im aboardin a spaceship, feeling displacement

my thoughts are ajadent, I guess I'll just face it

better yet, I aint even got my chedder yet

cracker with some cheddar homie thats a cheeze it

better believe it, Imma lyrical genius, better believe this

Im out...