Y'all rather drown out in fame and boring yelling
Gather 'round flames like marshmallows and storytelling
I'm here for the improved ignition
Doper than all of your stories of you in the kitchen
Pitch in baller if you're trying to dig for these diamonds
Dive in lifeless to buy bins of ficus
The touch is Midas, the written's arthritis
Spittin like a sinus dapped up bronchitis
Off the horizon still couldn't see me son
You rappers more pop than a BB gun
I need y'all to (live with me)
And witness my growth
Even with kerosene dripping you couldn't match my flow
And deal with the realistic
I invite them in, you know the spit's acidic
Distant from gimmicks, critics, physics
We are misfits, vivid, twisted, gifted
Hate all you want, the art speaks for itself
Y'all left more jelly than calyces of rozelle