Put my life inside of my hand
Yes I understand, that you all get to witness me grow into a man
But you know me at a certain level, the rest is private
So I'm coming from your speakers taking treasure like a pirate
It's like that, motherf**er as you see me f**ing grow
See I never change styles, I just spit the same flow
That I've spit for years, keep it flowing like beer
And since it's like that you won't ever see me steer myself in the wrong direction
Your girl is showing affection from the music that I'm making
I'm glad she paying attention cos I forgot to mention underground, with a lesson
And you'll never see me stressing with this mic that I'm blessed with
HideandSeekZoo, the style you shouldn't mess with
I guarantee there's no b**h in this world that can fetch this
Yes, indeedy on the T.V. like it's Netflix
I keep so true that Based God couldn't bless this
Motherf**ers couldn't check this off they checklist
Even if they had an Ashtray Theory for breakfast
I'm restless
All work and no sleep
I be thinking so deep behind the beats I creep
Before I k** 'em, and drill 'em, and then I spill 'em
I rap on whatever beat and I don't care if you don't feel 'em
Funky beat, with a funky way to speak
You say you got bars for days
b**h, I got bars for weeks
And nobody saw it coming, me turning into something
Cos I used in the back of the cla** saying nothing
Must of thought I couldn't talk cos they only saw me walk
Probably thought that I was boring cos they always blew me off
So when they first hear me flow, it's really a surprise
They tell me I should start rapping
b**h, I've been on the rise
I just keep it lowkey for the homies that know me
And I start to write words when I see the beat is lonely
Say you bump my sh** but you ain't got a [?]
Got that unique style, you can hear it when I'm spitting
Just trying to find my own little spot in this world
Whether it's on the mic, or next to your girl
From every street that you walk to every person that you've talked
I'm living out my life 'til I'm outlined in chalk
From the cradle to the grave, unless you get saved
I suggest you stand in line and you don't misbehave
So now I snatch microphones from everybody's hand
And I'm spitting all I can 'til they learn to understand
A plan put into place, and a dream I'm trying to chase
And I'm spreading 'til your girl recognizes my face
And with talent comes hate
And I guess it's safe to say
I've been doing this for years, you started hating late
sh**, you probably started yesterday
Chilling with all your peers
Thought if you dropped a song, you start a career
Nah, f** that and f** you
b**h you don't fit in with the words that you've written and your style that is bitten