Going Off II

[Verse]
Three mixtapes, I ain't even in college yet
Throw a grenade and not even acknowledge it
Buy an impala and polish it, fall in a pile of shit
Take my spit, put it in a vile and try to extract my style from it
I don't wanna be in the same pile
As everyone else in the game aisle
I wanna spit insane, spewin' shit from my brain, miles
Away from the day, I will be thought of as great, style's
Unique, sleek, only a sneak peek
But I'm weak, my pipe has sprung a leak
"But at least I don't drink lеan, check my file, I'm clean!"
Littlе old mean me, not seeing
Like leaves on a tree, I'll fall, but I'll grow back tall
And show you all, rather I gotta burst through a wall
Or crawl, I'll be the first to the mall
To buy a new chain with my check
And you can put it on my neck
Bet, I'm a soon to be vet-eran
Veteran, who are you better than?
Competitors get a sedative, severin' several arteries
The "seven eleven" part of me, wants to stay in an apartment
Bang for the buck, the bargain blinds me to logic
Lethargic, yet my objective remains the same
I must make a name for myself
Don't care about the fame or the wealth
M'kay, a little payment could help
Going insane, never felt so energized
To write rhymes but then save it, and shelf
Fuck doin' that shit, I'm goin' bat shit over every beat
Newer fashion, I'll get to blastin' and I'll never flee
It's my passion, if I helped your ass, then can expect a fee
Lightin' the gas, then I fuckin' crash in, ain't expectin' me
Let's look at my tool kit, got so many cool tools
I empty a full clip, then leave you like blue's clues
It's nifty, my new shit, it's groovy but leaves bruise
Bitch toothy, she blew it, and left me with tooth grooves