Song Lyrics:

[Verse 1] What was you doing When rappers was hunting down memo's I'm the missing scripts ripped outta whatever it is That completed shit like the last bullet That makes a complete emo Walking high like I'm in Stilettos I'm way beyond where they drew the line What perfectly sharpened pencil Fail to draw a fine line I'm scared if I think outta the box I'll lose my mind With screws loose inside I bump my head and 'cause a suicide When I tryna tie on loose ends I'm the trailblazer Wearing shoes that erase my footsteps You draw your guns And I erase it with Rubber bullets Whatever wack shots nigga shooting I don't need a bullet proof vest Oh, I know I talk shit I know with all these punchlines I should've been boxing Yeah, yeah I heard she's vegetarian But I bet if she love bite on a dick She'd tear off the foreskin And if I hear rapper saying He tryna save the rap game He probably a false prophet Tryna be a savior to something He had hoped been dead Niggas chasing cheese I'm Outchea snacking on Nik Naks If rapping was a disease Right now I'd be illest How do you burry me If I sleep in coffin Engraved in the underground Wit' forces that manipulate the cautious You constipated So don't tell me you don't force shit Shinny sparkle in my feathers Damn right I'm Glowing I come one man against the crew An' the crew is given the ultimatum to forfeit Sorry killed many people I'm probably the exceptional of an apology Amongst the pack of wolves I'm the Sheep that rules that Zoo My ground is stood I'm sweet, that's evils understandin' of bein' cruel I'm Outchea smoking pot Tryna cook some dope ass track It's Under construction Check out the scaffolds I'd expect you to take offense I could be on the bench all seasons And I'd still be the man of the match I mean since 2k10 it's been punchline after punchline Been making a fist since then Now my palm is so sweaty With knock from it Trust me your lights will never bright It'll be as if it's been dimmed You're a bad man I'm light skinned, yet I'm the Dark Knight The thought of hell Plays a hand in me being hothead Cold-hearted but not enough to skip a heartburn Whatever naked truth they've told I still need it to be undressed We working for school dropouts But we was told Education is the key to success Heard they taxing us It's always downfall after downfall For the whole of Africa Visit us Honestly if Jesus really lives And had to be babysitter For the upper part of this continent We'd say he done abondoned us Forgive me if I'm the wrong It's no longer a surprise That the law don't abide by the law What all these politicians have in common Is being a mislead The shoes I'm in is the right size Yet I'm still a misfit Putting the past in my back I'm probably in box wrapped with a ribbon For I'm living in the present I should've been schooled By rapper's who undermined me But I was Outchea skipping on lessons I'm like the Satan that walks upon heaven The justice system sentence niggas in Hell And I pray that Heaven help them I pray that more money heads my way I know I once said I don't do it for the money But it seems money Is one thing that'll get me a role to play In this game Tryna reconnect, fuck a Bluetooth I'll brighten it with a Colgate Okay, I fuck around in places that aren't safe Pot in a hubbly, ciders on hand Party on a Monday I'm one triple threat ninja Taught by Miake We put it work, even though shit leaves us unpaid