Reason

First thing's first I have to kill this first verse I have the best possession of words because am diverse

Always had a passion to write my own songs of my own version never had my mind say that this was my last no repacation.

And all these other people never really liked me they always had to hate so I put my lyrical subliminal to get them to disappear cause was crystal clear that they all just feared that they were never gonna near me.

Maybe am mental my mind's always making words and none of them gentle I was to break every piece of shit that I saw was fake and don't mistake I ain't never going to rest till I put y'all to bed nothing's going to be the same.

I close my see the light and open up to feel no sight this is always alright cause war's war's and i'ma always pick the night

Please no more I spit rhymes nearly made his jaws drop am formal disposal of the sorrow of mofos thinking they can rap is awful I need a pothole to throw these souls fools

Never quit for any reason my goal is to legally bring back rap from prison rap is my religion fuck the fake all they do is put out bad music commiting treason like it's the fiction season.

My soul's not for sale I probably have a life and a story to tell, so for this fuck El, Diablo is a sale straight outta hell so pray hard while you still can