[Produced by AlwaysMadeIt]
[Intro]
Said the mic is hot right now
Nothing from the mixtape
No singles nothing like that
Just having fun man
The road to hell
The road to hell
The road to hell
The road to hell
Hell
[Verse: A1]
Starvation and contemplation embracing my attitude
Accepting my poor grades no aptitude
Eyes burning through my gla**es like cyclops
Just bars period I dot
I jot down lyrics while Guy buss down liquids
You know the malt beverage
When stress come along most n***as need it for leverage
Artistic as my cousin Kevin or Artistic
With the knowledge exceptional memory
People love my energy I spew out
Effortlessly efficient I'll retire these tired
Excuses for rappers no remission
All definitions the definitive hits by Al
A living legend only 20 you wake up it's never sunny
Unless you make it take it
Hip-Hop I can't shake it but watch me
Put these n***as on permanent timeout
n***as claiming they hot but n***a you cold turkey
Amy Winehouse ain't talking my sh**
Just letting some rhymes out
Devastating sign me to a record label
A contract k**er sh** it's best you pay me
What I'm painting Peyton Manning
I'm the man young manager
And I'm too demanding
I donned greatness hold it down
Some good old days
When I used to break refrigerator handles
Now I'm itching for platinum plaques on the mantle
I say when you feel it you can't deny it
And I can't lie it feels good
Educated black man in the hood causing carnage
No harm done just making sure n***as feel
Jealous and insecure
All I could ever do is improve
Even the higher ups don't want me to move
I got a groove getting of dodge
Dodging bullets and with my lightskin thing
I been living life to the fullest
So get ready world I'm taking this by storm
I didn't conform I just gotta know
The system before I corrupt it
In the backyard smoking canoed spliffs
With crime burning fire like Sasuke weaving signs
It must be a sign I wanna thank whoever
Signing these UPS shipments
They supporting me sh**ting
Portapotties how convenient
How a n***a spitting bars with little to no meaning
You listen back like "did he really mean it?"
Cause I done heard hella bars
Few projects with Mars on the way
Might drop a mixtape before the mixtape
If I feel like it don't get it twisted
I need the chips like Honey fritos
Young carlito and Malcolm in the middle
Belittle you and big you up at the same time
Or rap about your f**ing your b**h
Mother and aunt in the same rhyme
You tell me it's either you gon be poor or wealthy
Was in a position where I had to move stealthy
And I wasn't feeling it spitting crack but
Wasn't dealing it, meaning I was depressed
Stressed and a flat out mess
Money can't solve sh** just put you
In a better situation
You could be a pa**enger or homeless man
Sleeping in that train station
I been at it addict add it al a g bruh
Very able to turn tables
The road to Hell the road to hell
Short stories that only time will tell
I yell from my chest
Rapped the game but I ain't with no baby father sh**
That's just incest I been less
Back when b**hes fronted on me
And no one f**ed with me
Now they on it and I refuse to let it happen
This mayhem ain't for free
You see how I'm bombing
You n***as flex I grind
Keep my head up work not focused
On what's behind yeah I said a couple words
But it don't matter I'm elevating
And you n***as need a ladder
And this that making of a legend sh**
Out for dead presidents but still
Setting the precedent
Big up to Brooklyn out here
One of the residents
I love this rap sh** as to where most n***as
Got a fetish for lettuces
Flexing in rental lexus
Just some extra sh** cleansing the mind
Exorcist exorcism Al the next to get em
Really tho staying Meek for mills
Shout out to Philly tho
I pray my n***as avoid the fate of the system
I keep y'all alive when I spaz on rhythms
Cause the cops be quick to pull the trigger
I hope you stay alive my n***a