10,000 Hours (30 Hours Freestyle)

[Intro]
So a bunch- a group of really brilliant psychologists in the field of expertise research have sat down and tried to figure out how long do you have to work at something before you become really good. Right? And the answer seems to be, it's an extraordinarily consistent answer in an incredible number of fields and that is you need to have practiced, to have apprenticed for 10,000 hours before you get good...

[Verse 1]
Spilling my feelings on instrumentals, my mental riddled with little potential
Know what you could have been?
I could have been with my niggas, grew up a screw up
Blew up, moved up, I'm sick can't name a booth that I ain't threw up in
I'm sicker, think that a nigga gon' need some Sudafed
If they think they gon' play me well tell em suit up then
Waiting for them to call me out like starting 5
I'm dead nice, I'm leaving these niggas mortified
Sorta reporting, recording live from the borderline
My hands counting them digits you know I know the time
Battling sin, I master my zen, matter of fact
Mind over matter I turn beef back into cattle again
Cutting the grass the snakes don’t even rattle me
Learning to balance’s a talent niggas don’t even have it
Verbal assassin, follow the leader that follow my passion
Picture me picking a beat, picking your caskets
I'm never budging
Like giveaways, come and get it if you really want it
I hear them talking, I got verses that could end discussions
Uhn ughn, you niggas fronting, rhyming like Desiigner
Niggas thought they was the future but they really wasn't
…funny how the game change
See you lost drive, minute that your lane change
Shooting for the stars, better steady up your aim, mayne
I got far in a city for a nigga who don’t gang bang
Back at this rap shit, bomb niggas
They been exonerated, naw they not killers
Niggas is not dope, niggas is not dealers
My village still a slum but niggas is not Dilla
No T3’s I had 3 tee’s, I buy ten/Baatin from Footlocker
The L’s I/Elzhi pass, my friends smoking no glaucoma
Keeping the Glock on em, these ki’s got locks
They acapella the beat meaning they got the drop on 'em
Get popped like Pac, these seeds popping like popcorn
Pussies get the scrambling like they watching some blocked porn
What do you got for 'em? Feel I'm in top form
Cut from a cloth so rare thread would top forums
They know that my style greater, dark like Darth Vader
They say they sleeping on me? Wake 'em like loud neighbors
Raid em like Al Davis, run out like trial basis
I'm going in, I'm so outrageous I'm out, out!

[Interlude]
Yo, yo, I still got a little bit more, hol' up
He told me to let it breathe so, aight

[Verse 2]
What's the price of your soul? What's the price of your soul?
What's the price of your life? Worth silver and gold?
I see it in your eyes, the stress taking a toll
Carrying all these demons has one hell of a hold on a nigga
Quicker I get up, bet I deliver
Bet I get smarter, bet I get sicker
Bet I get better, bet I get realer
Better bet on me because I bet I’m bout to get richer
They can't run with a nigga
Keep up, speed up, see ya, later bye bye I’ll leave ya
Pulling up a seat and then proceed to put my feet up
Finna make a home out the throne that you sitting on
Know getting off on any song that I'm getting on
Phantom of the opera, mask when they scar ya
Watch out for your brothers, ‘member Scar killed Mufasa
Funny what that jealous breeds see the greed in the air…
…but these niggas don’t care
Tales of my demise was greatly exaggerated
…damn you should've waited and you should of weighed the Pros and cons before you say it
I hear lines, like a barber I can get you faded
My ties tighter than two shoes with new laces
They say life a bitch, no life is what you make it
You come pass/compass I ruler just like a free mason
Bitch I will cremate ya
Turn an author ash let a fiend free base ya
Get 'em high, talking aerial height
You know I got enough dirt on you to bury you right?
You lightweight, don’t you know that I carry you right?
No threshold, prom night, I can Carrie you right
Rhyming out of this world I think I'mma need a spaceship
The ghostwriter, ghostriders get they face lit
Saying super sayings/Sayains, Gohan going ape shit
This is real rap not that fake shit nigga