I got missions, but I ain't talking grand theft auto No way to get to em, I'll commit a grand theft auto And its funny cause I'm writing this while playing grand theft auto I swear I'm tryna fly but all this weight is added a cargo And its funny cause my visions never pictured Cleary Everybody likes my sh**, but they never hear me Everybody says I'm sick, but they don't comprehend me Everybody says I'll make but I'm sure they doubt me So now I feel the need to manifest the process, remove the garbage I feel different in a sense, feeling intense I don't know if good its a thing or not Could of swore the song was good but this n***a thought not So now they coming with excuses, n***as lost in Illusion Claiming they f**in sick, on some psychological sh** Cause the mind controls the brain, the brains a little b**h And rap is like weed cause everybody does this sh** And I swear I'm going crazy, psychotic after I write all my sh** with pa**ion there's no need to alter I probably dissed you on a song and u didn't listen closely Discrete is what I'm on now, loud is the old me, and my lyrics like's math You figured out the answer ,but you didn't simplify I make n***as think, I'm the liquid to the clogged sink I'm drastic, but I don't share for share Titled “Real Hip Hop” but your real lyrics never their How the f** your name polo when you a got a little I mean I understand the first part cause you kinda little n***as claiming all sorts of clique. But the action to remove it really got me thinking this You only represented in the past but never present. My moves is always followed, I'm a matha f**ing leader and I never was elected Clever writing was perfected They say your friends make you, and all your friends fake so what the f** does make you?