Leave Yr Ego At The Door

Kush all up in my digits
I made a point... You bit it
How your lyrics get less vivid?
You lose your flow, they think it's dope
'Cus they ain't got no mind of they own
You'll lose your ho 'cus she just tryna invest in hope
Real artists never gettin' paid, whats new?
No reward for the stars that really influence
Real MF's ain't get compensated
I learned that shit young
If you ain't in it for yourself than you won't find no fun

Hold myself up
Hold your breath up
I'm carrying my weight while carrying your fate
It's all in my hands 'cus y'all ain't wanna take it
Might want to but you can't
I'm the one the has to break it

Bring upon your finale, I'll do this shit gladly
Whose the one that's unhappy?
I'm watching kerosene light up your body
Sniffing the gasoline that's bled into my pockets
These people got some problems
Will you respect who tells?
Under witness protection, c'mon protect yourself...
You felt a tap on the neck and already screaming for help
Y'all got me sick to my stomach, staring deep into the well
Into that hole I'll fucking plummet
Damn I'm slipping, Shimmy fell
My own winter, fucking shove-it
Welcome to my private hell

I'm all headlines on the internet
This mind's an entangled web
I'll transcribe the truth to heads
'Cus I'm the gifted lunatic