Pen to the pad, consistent lyric alteration
Flipping through these beats till one defines what causes procreation
Insatiable desire to prove that it was worth the patience
Pain in the duration kinda feels like vain motivation
See if I'm driven by the Beemer, Benz and Bentley
By design what i find is lots of scheming friends and feeling empty
And really i don't need you shooting with me in the gym
Just don't expect to pop the bottles with me like you helped me win
See I've always been kind of a loner
But I'm giving you my heart i got the mind of a donor
Of the rhymes I'm the owner, love em like My Sharona
But not everyone will bump em in their rider like Winona
But its cool tho, i ain't mad at you I'm like Derulo
Riding solo but the motto is the sentence is a pseudo
See i fabricate in various combinations of vowels and consonants
Drowning in compliments of those who frowning on my accomplishments
Im grounded by my confidence in my common sense to comprehend
I contradict my promises to be a conduit I'm a complicit like confluence
Flow on top of the beat like I'm a condiment
Don't mean to condescend it ain't pretend that i demolish it
But anyways lets get back to the matter at hand
Like a battering ram my goals shattering my plans
The question is what is the reason for my afflatus
I feel like an ignoramus cuz I'm embarra**ed to have to ask me this
See I'm the happiest when my possessions aren't the flashiest
And I'm an activist with the aggression of a pacifist
So many cla**icist antagonist cuz I'm an arriviste
And like a fantasist I'm taking glances, Basilisk
So all i see is d**h, but that keeps me inspired
Can't be enticed by the crafty heart in harlots attire
Yeah it'd be nice to be banging hard and starting the choir
But ill be smart and harden my guard instead of sparking the fire
It'd be insane cuz i got a ride or die in the frame
But brothers wouldn't blame cuz they know they all be feeling the same
Im scared of fame cuz if all of these dames call my name
Then it could culminate that i pollinate like its common place
And do i feel like i got something thats so great to say
That'd it'd be worth my own demise I'm vapor and i fade away
Wearing Nikes and scoring J's like Mikes fadeaway
I hear the 808 forget to pray for Him to save the day
Maybe its safe to say I'm not cut out to pave the way
Maybe its safe to say I'm not cut out to pave the way
I hear the 808 forget to pray for Him to save the day
Ill roll the dice and play the game i hope its not in vain