Cryptic

[Verse 1]
I'm sorry, sorry that that happened
You thought I was a pussy
You thought id take it nappin'
There will be no counting sheep
There will be no catching letters
Was a soldier at your peek
Now meet the super shredder
Cause all my niggas know
I got that iceberg flow
We trying to ball and this going let us
Think I’m slow pied piper
I’m the one who layed the feta
There’s rats in Hamlin
But I row with my cats like Noah’s arc
And the fact that this happen you should see you missed the mark
Cause like first letter in snellen chart
Imma' do it real big get it pumping like a blue whales heart
I’m stunting, stuntin on a budget but I do it how I does it
That’s the way the fans love it man
Shout outs go to Jacob lee, simi valley and the Arraseef’s
Niggas that support homes like section 8, I’m feeling great
The proof is in the pudding and I’ll get what I put in
So I bare it all beads out at mardigras

[Hook]
Oh noo there goes another one
Oh noo there goes another one
Devil with a contract
Promising to bring you high
And barely gives a contact
Homie ain't no friend of mine
I don’t need no fucking niggas like you
I don’t need no fucking niggas like you
They try to bring you down make your head spin around
There’s a snake in the grass Dont youfall on my ass

[Verse 2]
Moving on no looking back
I see a head like reds cap
Fuck a pitch I’m stealing first
No mumras to my thunder cat
No niggas here can chop with me
No timbers from a lumber jack
That team that you assembling
Is weak like seven days in fact
Im Always on my Saturday
You fuck with me your week end
It’s lights out like the matinee
You stranded on the deep end
Living in a fantasy, a shadow of your former self
Remembering how it use to be, you think that is your current wealth
Your wallet looking ghostly
It use to be so full of life
You holding up old trophies
Now your cheese is full of mice
You bring me down, I pick me up
You say it’s fate I say it’s luck
Different worlds same earth
And in here You ball like nerf
Not so hard
Stand your guard must discard
Of stupid shit, that stupid people put on y'all
Look at them and raise the bar/and break it down when you wish em off
If they not getting english make it finish with a French Au revoir

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I spend my days stressing
Is what I’m doing right
If I get up out the dark
Does that mean I’ll see the light
Tyler durden, personified with my working
I’m never satisfied you see I’m always hurting
And it will be that way, until I find my searching
Try to drown my sound out
Like radio with cursing
That tells me you want to fight
But I’ll make sure they know your name
His name was Robert
It was Robert pulsin
His name was Robert
Robert pulsin
Pulsing from my heart beat
Veins all get filled with blood
Adrenaline is pumpin through
Then eye and eye gets opened up
You see I’m seeing clearly now
Clearly as I ever will
There’s one thing that I’ll never doubt
And that shit is my fucking skill
And that shit is my fucking skill

[Hook]