Return of Simba (Freestyle)

[Verse 1]
Me and Disaster drawn together
I swear I need an eraser
I'm tryna chase the paper, I swear that shit is evasive
Stress has settled in, I'm tryna stick to my objectives
But stuck on anti-depressants
Escaping my adolescence...
And I'm screaming why me
Ain't no stickers on my stitchin, still niggas gon try me
If I ran I wonder if you niggas finna find me
My team is behind me
Or just me and Wiley...
I'm still runnin til I'm seein green
I'm a fiend of that fuckin Irene
By the time I get clean, I'mma be a fuckin great
Big ups if you with the team, and nigga fuck you if you ain't
Make no mistake nigga
I'm a boss of trades
Got my teeth grimy on the grind, we can floss for days
Real niggas listenin' strictly from recognition
Aw shit, you ain't a fan? You lookin' awful strange
I'mma be a king, that's something I had knew at birth
And now I'm tryna get some dollars 'fore the dollar lose it's worth
I might risk losin my mind, cause I ain't tryna lose the earth
We should be tryna make a change, we just tryna do shit first
Been here, but I'm back, crucified with heavy nails
10 year time lapse, Veggie Tales to reggie sales
Robbed for my bud out a transformers backpack
And now I'm in a wave of hella niggas bringin rap back
My pure determination, muhfuckas can't match that
The speed of my drive, muhfuckas can't catch that
Scratch that
Boy I'm in a new league of elitists
Black tees, jeans and some new Jeremy Scott Adidas
Slavin for my freedom, shit is so oxy moronic
Rather work for my goals then be workin at a Sonic's
Put this on a record bitch
And bleep out all the explitives
I thought I was in heaven, well
I guess it's all relative