I got missions, but I ain't talking grand theft auto
No way to get to em, I'll commit a grand theft auto
And its funny cause I'm writing this while playing grand theft auto
I swear I'm tryna fly but all this weight is added a cargo
And its funny cause my visions never pictured Cleary
Everybody likes my sh**, but they never hear me
Everybody says I'm sick, but they don't comprehend me
Everybody says I'll make but I'm sure they doubt me
So now I feel the need to manifest the process, remove the garbage
I feel different in a sense, feeling intense
I don't know if good its a thing or not
Could of swore the song was good but this n***a thought not
So now they coming with excuses, n***as lost in Illusion
Claiming they f**in sick, on some psychological sh**
Cause the mind controls the brain, the brains a little b**h
And rap is like weed cause everybody does this sh**
And I swear I'm going crazy, psychotic after
I write all my sh** with pa**ion there's no need to alter
I probably dissed you on a song and u didn't listen closely
Discrete is what I'm on now, loud is the old me, and my lyrics like's math
You figured out the answer ,but you didn't simplify
I make n***as think, I'm the liquid to the clogged sink
I'm drastic, but I don't share for share
Titled “Real Hip Hop” but your real lyrics never their
How the f** your name polo when you a got a little
I mean I understand the first part cause you kinda little
n***as claiming all sorts of clique. But the action to remove it really got me thinking this
You only represented in the past but never present. My moves is always followed, I'm a matha f**ing leader and I never was elected
Clever writing was perfected
They say your friends make you, and all your friends fake so what the f** does make you?