[Verse 1: Blue November]
Count the mathematics
I'm out for presidents to stop the mothaf**ing madness
They see the cabbage, stick to rapping
Get a bandage if you challenge I
Lavish habits in a damaged package
I plan a ravage for a sabbath
With his head up his a**
You been lying to the youth, with a crutch in your hand
We come from poverty, ain't no f**ing God in this land
Kinda odd to me, my Odyssey is up in my hands
And honestly I exist, in audibly
Atrocity stricken kids
With an*logies written is
Reality in this b**h
You n***as who witness it
Just apart of a bigger pic
I heard competition was missing up in my city
Left Field came to riot and leave this sh** looking gritty
Don't ever overlook us, you looking for an exit well n***a we over took it
Mark made the beat I decided to f**ing rip it
I birthed this mothaf**a it's only right that I finish it
[Verse 2: Blue November]
Get to working, only way to the surface
I am, just a hermit who's purpose to be a burden to rappers who think they certain
This ain't no pop sh** I spit it from a Glocks tip
Try to mock it I promise you'll leave unconscious
The diligence of a privileged kid is so rigorous
How rigged is it that we're trained to k** since a lil' kid?
Set for failure I set my sails for a higher bid, b**h