text: You not in my lane what the fuck was you thinking
  I hate all these rappers not cocky but confident kinda conceited and constantly flexin’ till all y’all deleted
  I been in the lab hittin’ pads with a ball point jab
  Pourin’ gas on the mic till it pop
  Gimme what you got
  I will never mix it in the pot even if it’s hot you will never kick it with a god
  Wanna complain
  We are not the same
  Sacrifice a lot to get this spot so don’t you hate me when you hear it let it bang
  Local artists really driving me insane saying why is you winning your style is finished
  You only want the fame
  Let me digress
  This verbal vomit you bout to digest
  Take you on the ride of ya life I murder with fine text
  Daily elevating with patience so Ima rise next
  I don’t pay attention so miss me with all them death threats
  Gave up my life in the military for this music
  So I can just kill and bury sending every rapper to the cemetery with no casket no hearse or obituary
  So get out my way when I be moving through
  My flow is complex-twisted like a rubix cube
  I’m running circles round you like a hula hoop
  Army lifestyle didn’t work so I flew the coop
  Pure dedication got me where I’m at
  And I’m not going back so you gon’ have to kill me to make me quit
  Chill with that hating shit watch what comes out ya mouth
  ‘Cause when my song come on I get to breaking shit
  Now these rappers in my DMs
  I dont like em why they wanna be friends
  Bet Im crowned the king when the beef starts
  They in body bags when the beef ends
  Young Cobain
  No gas in my tank
  Not a thing to my name
  But the rest of this drink
  Spritebeatz on the beats, beastin’ the keys
  While I’m K-R-Double-E-P in the streets
  Wandering alone, neither dead or alive
  But I wanna be dead sometimes
  Fuck out my face
  Never took a freebie or a handout
  No thanks, don’t park, no breaks
  Never thought about it but I really started thinkin’ ‘bout the way that the world can be
  Don’t wanna give a thing, wanna take everything away from the place that they got it in the first place
  Everybody thinkin’ that they don’t give a fuck
  When they takin’ all the time to write that, they don’t give a fuck
  Get up out your feelings and quit, quit your bitchin’ and do some shit, bitch
  See I really gotta say that I find myself up in a predicament every time I synthesize another one of my lines
  It only really happens with a known scent of apathy happily cut myself, broke like bohemian rhapsody in every song
  Now tell me if it’s gettin’ old
  I don’t really give a fuck but I kinda just wanna know
  For the sake of the knowin’ that’s all
  Take a step back, maybe then another six more, hoe
  Keep on hatin’ like you’ve never been judged before
  Get a partner with the world hidin’ behind your phone
  If you claimin’ that you really puttin’ on
  What I see now is strong
  Just another weak ass bitch, with a mic and some wifi
  Hopin’ that they’ll pay enough to make a sci-fi
  Better return them jeans and cop some self esteem