Ashes

[Verse 1: Cornelius Butler]
Straight out of Boston
Boss from the start up
Stop with your gossip
Or shots in your casa
Last year the bench when I lost to a starter
Now I got the varsity looking like monster
Thought I was a Godsend but marks on my conscious
Will leave a niggas concept of CB demolished
Flow so electric you niggas just Amish
I crisscross Gods while you're marking up your loses
I'm dope
Matter fact I'm sicker than these rappers
Coming live from out the burbs and flip the script up on these rappers
Get ghost
Closer to finish take a snap and have field day on your feelings while I'm chasing after millions
I got A.D.D
So I can't focus on these low lives
And I ain't for acting like I'm Bokeem Woodbine
Your team can't find
My whole leagues Wi-Fi
Scouting at your combine
Like "Oh we'll be fine"
Do it for a little recognition...
Every day the I feel the chip on my shoulder getting bigger by the minute...
Its why I'm stuck in the lab
Cause the year done past of me
Working on my craft
And I'm picking up the scraps
Making changes in the staff
Cause the cash can't wait
All the glamour in my face
Mix it right you know a nigga gone blast and all you see is ashes

All you see is ashes
All you see is ashes
All you see is ash
...It's just not fair

[Verse: 2 Raz Law]
Young black bastard
Way past spazzing
Everytime I breathe its a fucking fire hazard
New black rappers
With old school tactics
Everyone is food
This is war not a pageant
I embody everything these other niggas lacking
The fear in your eyes got laughing
Hold up...
Staring at ya girl's ass is so automatic when she walk by its so automatic
She walk by again I'mma grab it
Hahah...
Hashtag Savage
No joke
Now I murder every single thing that I approach
No hope
Nigga flow so dope
They pray I fall off beat
Sorry...
Cuz you ain't gone catch me slipping
Man the pen sharp as Harvey's
Line up in the 90s, Wildin'
Getting back to violence
Fuck friendly, Fuck it
Check the date on my ID
I was born in the golden age Of R-A-P
R-A-Z
Still getting sicker with time
Went from victim-less crimes
To spitting murderous rhymes
Man dressed in all black for ya funeral
Casket closed
Caused I done mastered flows that straight mash ya skull
I'm 8 days in front of you nigga
So I could take the week off and still stunt on you niggaa
Out running you nigga
I could prolly do it backwards
Aw
Shit
He's
Everywhere
Snapping
Ashes...

[Hook]