[Intro]
This my mission statement
Spittin' raps until I hit the pavement
[Verse 1]
Devils came through, I relied on my intuition
Bearin' strange fruit, tryna bring my dreams to fruition
Chasin' the fruits of my labor since I was in Fruit Of The Looms
Still a minor, no major from the womb to the tomb I a**ume
Room full of haters, still I shoot for the moon
Listen to my vision, got a sixth sense for spittin'
Premonition, man f** payin tuition
Young and witty, Fairfax not Alderana
Can't run from pity, know that I'm sorry mama
Cut the melodrama, I was never feelin' like the Dalai Lama
This food for thought to consume, Jeffery Dahmer
Extended play coming soon, rap I'm dependent on it
If I die today at noon, it's been a honor
Bumpin Left Brain, I ain't in my right mind
Insane in the membrane, lifetime that was volume one
Ain't tryna conform, I'm tryna preform and write rhymes, turn up the volume son
[Hook]
This here my mission statement
Spittin' raps till I collapse And hit the pavement
My only rivals is my idols and my heroes
Coming for the title otherwise it's back to zero
Back to zero, back to zero
Coming for the title otherwise it's back to zero
[Verse 2]
Moms said I was long gone, the flow strong arm
Feel the agony Fairfax to Hong Kong, kinda like Krondon
I was with Prodgy and Sean downtown in front of Seven Eleven
Picked up the pen when I was around ten or eleven
Gift probably gone in ten or eleven years so I gotta make an impact
World in my palm before I'm ascending to heaven
Might not appear clear to peers but I'm ahead of my brethren
Still young, ain't moving too sensibly
No pennies for my thoughts, get my two cents for free
When I'm on they gon' attempt to censor me
Maybe girls with legs like two centipedes commit two sins for me
Present I'm tryna stay benevolent, dope got me flying homie
It's evident America is dying slowly, it's tedious don't get it backwards
Genius I believe in us, the learning burns these other rappers
Nothing planned haphazard but whatever happens happens
Found comfort in the darkness, never really bothered with the sunny disposition
Emerging as an artist, wonder what my father think of his son in this position
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
These tools old, I'm tryna shed light, shine bright
I'd sign to Fool's Gold to get my piece of the pie right
My soul's gold, each verse equivalent to a Benz
Just know I ain't in this sh** for the ends, a little ambivalent towards my friends
Won't change till I'm under the sediment, yeah the sands
Keep on talkin' your sh**, I'm really life you more like Oculus Rift