Sitting In my room Tryna think of sh** to write about Looking for a lighted house to lead me to a righter route Right about now Wish I was someone That I idolized Take a match to lighter fluid that I poured on writers block Yeah sure I write a lot But really not enough Cause every time I think it's lame i trash it Wad it up Got my pa**ion knotted up I Blame it on the lack of time But honestly s** Or is that I find things like crying over getting dumped Stupid to discuss Cause no one gives a f** about me All I do is spit heat You could make an oven out me My friends made a brother out me But some times they say sh** Like all you spit is lame sh** The same sh** And That probly get a "f** em" out me I showed them the dopest song and they gon pull the from out me Asking why don't you rap real? (Real?) Why don't you say anything that has to do with your life? And from that point it feels like I really do say stupid sh** And that sh** ain't appealing So now my pen ain't working Cause stupid comments resonate So this might be the d**h of me Cause I can't write sh** You like, kid f** that- Gonna bust back With the best rap My Ba** bang make your neck snap I'm the sh** no ex-lax I'll finish you like the next chapter It's right on to the path My attack is syntax Been Grammatical semtex Spit gonna spray like it windex sh** gonna hit the fan when it spin fast and it ain't gonna end till they been dead Foot on the pedal press harder than ever, I do it like my bones been led Not gonna stop till they in bed On a d**h bed Saying sh** man I Shoulda never made him mad I probably need a lobotomy for the all the ways that I been a catastrophe They gonna honor me Kid I been hotter than 90 degree Sauna Life's getting darker Swimming in lava Come around me you gon need you some water Pin point a horror Sins in a bottle Spin it real quick then i let em loose on ya No ain't living with drama I will not do it like cinnamon challenge Worked for the sh** so it isn't just talent Bet I keep going til get a medallion Actually Gonna get me thousand Bet I spit venom that get em all drowsy Uh- These critics don't get it Just what it's about This game is only how well you can style it With out being too violent But when I am doubted I feel like Got no other outlet It Pours out in fountains These sounds now Are growls that howl over mountains It's like a super power using verbs nouns and talent There's no doubt in my mind that I'm not out powered Woods