MasterPsyi - Pro·spec·tive lyrics

[Verse 1] A world full of lies, as I rhyme it's a genocide to these rappers that's in their prime, this a sign of h*mocide Mix these lyrics with cyanide, side effects until you die, right? Blow your brains out till your dead left on the side might of lost for a minute Even if I did you'd probably die before you get it, d**h notes I write these Sentences sick with metaphors but of course n***a was gifted, a penmanship with all the sickness made sick with all these writtens, seen potential in myself before haters started to diss me Made enemies trying to be me, same ones that fed me energy, gave me power just to devour I strive off of pain that's in my lane and insanity was an offering,reign supreme with me team and we will prosper, dominating you f*g imposters Plotting on names still trying to stop us, I'm Jeffrey dahmer eat opponents like it's pasta, I gotta eat to conquer So I'm ripping sh** equivalent to a god so you know I'll strive and prosper [Verse 2] They say I'm changing ñaw b**h I'm just remaining the same mothaf**a y'all excluded the conversation, racing amongst the others I'll smother them in abundance, I'm rushing they hope I plummet or see me fail so I question, what have I done to y'all to ever want me blackballed, became raw before this song f** this I'll break the law, call nuclear bombs to these imposter plotting on my name, paranoid it's like I entered the void towards fame, I might faint drastically to my d**h or what's next to Carry this generation unlike the rest f** it I see protentional side of me I'll rise and see burning verses cursed like a poltergeist disguised in these rhymes a nightmare to the most you can't fight this you might just hang yourself in a building Devine heights in Jaylen an I'll emcee I hope most believe in I'm 16 I hope you know cause I'm next from my city [King Josiah] Yo yo yo I came up from nothing I say that a lot, but if you in visioned my life you'll understand Q.Dot, been through it all fake friends hoes and the enemies, my back tatted up from the knives they imprinted me, late night knocks crack sells to my family, jumped in the park friends ran I'm defending me, true story no lies it's real in my rhyme, while y'all go in the studio and throw up those lies, like y'all living that life I think not this the next rock way before the Jay & Dame split up, I'm from the real hood not the rap hood you make up, bless with the [?] genius when I spit, talking lavish ya boy still legit, you ain't seen nothing this real since 96', without a reasonable doubt still get it in a drought, we talking about this money these n***as wished about