Out of my mind

I know I'll never blow like joell, I won't roll some dough. But so what though. I'll go toe to toe but never slow the flow. I've got a soul that's low and it's gotta get up and go out of that hole. I'm doing this as a whole. Always stay at home. Sometimes chill in the hallways with bros. So row row your fucking boat and move past, I'm gonna rap like a G.O.A.T. Greatest of all time. But not right now with these non amazing lines. In a couple of years I'll be coming up with crazy rhymes. But then again at the moment I'm looking in the mirror. Into my eyes. Thinking what have I done and who's telling lies. You can't trust anyone anymore in these times. Facing fines are like facing facts. It's always gonna happen when you're involved in the rap. Don't come to me and talk like crap. And then say that my name will never be on the map. You'll never grab that so you're trying to take me down. It almost worked before I found this sound. I'll come around and all you do is bark like a hound dog. All you fight with is dog shots and I got the shots locked. Getting cops flogged and I rock the spot. When it comes to hot dogs, you deep throat that shit like the little bitch that you are. I'm speeding past in a fast car as you look like a smart cunt I'm the fucking last bruz, standing right there next to my family. To make sure that they're handling. To make them keep rambling and hit you like rapper snitch that you are. Cause you're a fake cunt. You don't ever make blunt weapons, to step to this. I'm wrecking shit and flexing it. Around all the girls, I'm still the chick magnet. You're never having it and I'm always rapping with it. What is it? Man it damages everything you say and do. Every damn day with your crew. We can take you out with a couple of minutes taken out of our pacing route though our city. What you do is quite shitty. Stop all your bitching and start with your living. Before you're caught dead and have that forever rest. That's when you slept and can you wreck anything in this world. Well I can. Fuck you I know that I am the man. And I stand with fam, and I'm rambling again. So these actions defend why I rap with a pen, and I can live with them you're just an actor man. I'm the only actual man. When it comes to me and you, you know what I can do. I run with my crew and fucking blood is blue. Above the clouds I flew, chopping up that grass like moo. Let's just slow down for a second, fuck. I got a dizzy head man. Now let's speed back up as I'm freed from cuffs. And I leave this blunt like a reaper cunt. I'll roll my sleeves right up and get a cleaver, mutt. And cut your head right off. In my shed I'll stock, my refrigerator right up. As I slit with a razor, my blood. It'll be a murder and a suicide. I've got the words to hurt ya so why are you still alive? Why don't you go cry, and just fucking die while I be a real guy and I ride till the end. My minds stuck like cement. Got a blade tucked in my hand. Who you fuck with in bed is who I fuck with instead. I'm plain fucked in the head. You're shaking in your boots of how you know this is what I do. I've never stepped in a booth so you'll never step in my shoes. I'm reckless with my crew and you can't expect us to slow dude. You'll never handle a day on the road true. You're just road kill. I pop the rogue pills. Cause I dunno what they are. They were in the floor of my car. I start the car up and I start to drive, then the car gets stuck but it's still a rough ride. I go up and down, side to side. Then I realise, I've got a whole through my insides. With a shotgun I got some rocks son. Then I chop it all up and end up locked up. I still run this town but I'm out for now.