Need Em Then

[Verse 1]
How I speak is like my writing Bit too quick and a little bit messy
Pray that I make that cut, this time but I guess  these kids just might dissect me
From the Accent, to the stuttery flow, but I feel my breath as close as my goals
Despite what they might say with their tones, I know myself and so I let go
Of all the pain and my judgement, never let emotion act as my crutches
Cuz I made my name to represent, the path I chose and I trust it
I’m so Imperfect, and I’m fine with that
I know these days I’m not defined, by ratings, dictionaries or stats
Since my character can never be determined by a Myers Briggs
I know that watching copycats for wisdom, ain’t providing bliss
Waves are washing under me I find myself Inside the mist
These people burning bridges wanna be asking me what the fire did
Well, it left me burnt, left me scarred and left me hurt
But Now my skin is harder, so regardless, I don’t feel the words
Sign is on the door continue sleeping, I won’t be disturbed
I’ll be on my bullshit motherfucker, now I’m back to work
Hate to waste your precious time, I’ll try to keep it brief
I murdered insecurities, and picked the flesh between their teeth
I Tried to find a new relief, with every single new release
But when you find Internal bliss, that’s when you know eternal peace
I take the Marathon, but moving at a sprinters pace
People are worried, I’m taking their spot, when all that they be doing is running in place
I basically forgot that I’m racing, I just love to move
And That’s a shout to Pesci, If I’m losing, I’m one up on you
First second third, give a fuck about a race
You’re my brother, you’re my brother give a fuck about a race
Man I Keep my circle tight, but I’ll make room for real friends
If They don’t care about me now, then I won’t fucking need em them, aye

[Hook]
So Get to know me, this is who I fucking am
Because I found my final purpose, I don’t have to play pretend
Bitch I’ll never change for nothing, not a stranger not a friend
If they don’t care about me now, then I don’t fucking need em then, yeah

Get to know me, this is who I fucking am
Man I found my final purpose, I don’t have to play pretend
Bitch I’ll never change for nothing, not a stranger not a friend
If they don’t care about me now, then I don’t fucking need em then

[Verse 2:]

Need em when? When I’m succeeding in excess
Stain the message with my veins, so best believe the page is read
Giving time of day to some shady people, made me doubt my acumen
With the way that I flip that script, it’ll make it a little bit difficult to act, for them
If I learnt one truth from the catholic men, I, gotta treat my bread like sacraments
Professional, but about malpractice, when I’m gotta take another stab at pens
P ay attention, to the wave I make, you’ll know it’s no damn accident
Try to spell it out, it’s got a deeper meaning, my wordplays per se acronyms
Fuck you if you doubt me I won’t be apologetic, bitch I’ll never change my message, just to get your fucking credit
Locked my name onto a key, I command you won’t forget it
C-o-n-t-r-o-l I shift, escape and then I end it