Infinite

Ah! Yo!

My rapping skills are crazy

Not sure if god is rap or did rap god make me

Born to be ill, in other words sick or crazy

The world I'm living in hates me

Not my fault, it's the one who brought me

Wish I could go back to my world

With fans and friends who made me

But this world made me become infinite, I'm living it,

I'm feeling this rap thing,

it's like these powers are making me look innocent

Like an incident, car crash I ain't feeling shit

The shit is so unfair because my diary isn't hid

And it was hid, enough for me to call you a vigilant

Like a DJ I'm spinning it

I'm wining it in my dreams and I'm feeling it

Because this made me become infinite

Powers so strong I'm killing it

Oh

In other words you get murked

It's not my turn, but it flips in it turns

You've seen it in my eyes even in my words

I live the street life, ya heard guns, money and birds

I use this in my rhymes to alert the hummingbirds that disturbs

The nerves of the ones and thirds

You get shot on the block for the whole world to learn

Money is freedom, and not for the earn