Development

[Verse 1]
You in the midst of a battle, where words travel in packs like gummy fruit snacks
I been struggling, can't make choices, I'm tugging them
My mind is juggling, I hear voices, no mumbling
Look, I been thinking 'bout the music I been putting out lately
Is it too much for this new-age sounding music they craving?
Should I dumb it down a bit when I spit so they keep with me
Or mumble all my words and change my name to Lil Silly
Lil Goofy, Lil Danny, whose habit is popping Xannies
Riding in stolen Camrys, covered in skunk like I'm Bambi
Adding ad-libs to every song on my tracklist
Getting dreads, dye them red and buy a 'Preme jacket
Psh, no hate to the new but a nigga must choose
Do my words make you move to the tune or do they put you on snooze?
And, whether the answer is yes, no or maybe
I know I be spitting crazy, my lyrics could give a baby cause I
Fuck the beat raw, instrumental gangbang
Flow until they jaws hang, I know you feel the same way
Early Stages, man I came at they neck
And now I'm in development, you know I'm coming my best

[Chorus]
In development aligning the pieces
A man's journey, see the shoes got the creases
I don't know where I'm going or where I might be
But the odds of me failing are unlikely

[Verse 2]
And likely I'm about with a smile
World can be wild but I never sit around like a grouch
Bitching and pouting, my spirits steady rising like falcons
Crashing and burning, they counting, well keep it up, I'm a stallion
The nigga so childish they shocked when I'm wilding
And piling up words like it's nothing at the push of a button
Heating up muffins with verses I delivered on something
And I am not bluffing, the words are hot, I cannot touch them
Mittens for when the verses are written
911 at the ready when the verses are spitting
I splatter a nigga in seconds so I reckon it's fun
I love the chase of the hunt so I like when they run
I love when they run, grip on they neck, noose on they throat
Admit that I'm the shit and I'll loosen grip of the rope

And if you won't then you gone choke and I'ma treat you as a joke

You should've never provoked the sleeping lion that you poked

[Chorus]
In development aligning the pieces
A man's journey, see the shoes got the creases
I don't know where I'm going or where I might be
But the odds of me failing are unlikely