Game Over

I'm punchin' through the smoke and everybody knows

From the mist is where I rose dealing blows to my foes

Let me expose my decomposed skeletons of the closet

Shut your lips and zip it the shit I spit is legit

Critics said it apparently I'm gettin' beheaded

My song gets no credit and I'm gettin' rejected

This lyrical method is no longer respected

It's like this rap game has been intellectually neglected

I'm lookin' around and I'm seein' nothin' but doubt

Is this just dehydrated insanity from California's drought?

Maybe it's just paranoia, out of my mind I'm stoned out

But this smokable inspiration will lead me to the crown

Smoking tree's got me thirsty for more money

I don't want it for the greed, it's just needed for me to be free

You're gonna need more than plan B if you wanna stop me

Morning after? Try the next century