Box Set, Pt. 1 (Project Throwaway)

[Intro]
(Yawns)
What a life, what a life, huh
Ayshhh
Yeah, Look

[Verse]
I got a feeling that these niggas ain't happy
Used to be a superstar but niggas ain't clapping
Remember times you shopped through the charts and found fame?
You was everything, you spent all your money on champagne, shame
Now that I'm on my way I, promise I'm not the same
I, jot this, you caught the flame, I, topped it, I know my lane, ah
Kept it inside, I deciphered my [?], I'm the [?], it's my life I'm gon' control it
Since I was a little boy I knew that I was on it
Took the pain and flipped it man I knew I was anointed, [?]
Still think it's crazy they call me conscious, I'm honest
Still think I'm joking? You gon' be haunted
It's woah woah, [?] Boggie and Tumi won't change the flow for
These niggas that be actin' so stupid, they gotta catch on, they got their facts wrong (No, no, they, they, they, got their facts wrong?, like, hold on, hold on)
My vocal cord is clean and is feeling like chores
I'm in it, peepin' through the broken doors
They chillin', find 'em gaspin', seein' that they not lastin'
Turned into a Casper, ghost and I open caskets
Tell 'em get in, no really just get in
Before I kill you off and I'll tell 'em that's where your bed is, ah
Forever sleeping on Mass, this thing is blasphemy
Forbidden 'cause all of your tracks cannot compare to me

[Outro]
Is wrong and I'm gone
Eish
[?]
Eish, this thing is too too easy man