Turn me up its not me i think your speakers low(turn me up)
I'm so high you can not see me with a telescope(can't see me)
I'm so dope(80s baby)(Ronald Reagan Era)
Since 89'(1989)
I'm lost in time
The world is mine
If 6 was 9 (R.I.P Jimi Hendrix)
The world be mines (better than what it is)
3 extra years for this life of mines
The comeback kids that's tryna shine
But everything is cloudy
& now I'm feeling drowsy
But I never sleep
I'm rapping & making beats
I barely get to smoke weed
I try to stay busy
But now & then my mind be hazy
They looking at me like I'm crazy
Donnie Darko of this rathole
Treating us like lab rats
They know where the HELL we at
So i stay to myself
Continue being me cause i don't know nothing else
Damn? I don't even know myself
Stuck in a dream
That escape the dream catcher
Everything that i was after turn into a disaster
We all slaves for the invisible master
We all starving & they getting fatter
But this sh** is laughter
But im not joking with these clowns
You might be one of us
So stick around when its going down
I had to change my pitch
Like I'm back up on the mound
The all black elk
Just warming up
You might bout to get melt
I'm going hard
Like Charizard
On level 100
Flamethrower
The games over
Your fame is over (music over fame)
I got a chip on my shoulder
Now zip it up
Cause my heart can be so much colder
My system is solar
Ice cold like a polar
Freezing like the Neptunes
Put this on your itunes
Cause I'm the man on the moon
And this is not a cartoon
Coming thro this weeknd
Popping all your balloons
f**ing up the party
f** that r&b sh**
I'm tagging up with my sharpie
Jamming like Bob Marley
Chillin with the rastas
R.i.p to Pasta (Kasaun)
& White Boy (Steven)
Was on the back of the bus
Making dum noise
Watching fights on mundy lane
& running from the boys damn
I'm on memory lane
With my boys